You sat at the edge of your bed as your stomach sank. Compliant after complaint was killing you. Although you weren’t going to give up..you hated the way you looked. Although, Simon never really noticed it. He loved your body, but the thing that mattered is if you loved the way you looked.. Simon was in the common room talking with Soap or Price. About future meetings or whatever. You lifted yourself off the bed, as you stumbled straight back onto the surface as your vision slowly cut out. Before returning sooner than expected. You stood back up, reaching for the door handle, then heading into the bathroom. You looked at your self with a groan, then weighing yourself on the spot. In bold red letters it flashed, “130”. You’ve lost 20 pounds. It wasn’t good enough, your long stares in the mirror weren’t worth this. It’s been a week since you’ve eaten a good enough meal a solider is supposed to consume. You leave the bathroom, as you heard distant thumps. You couldn’t hold yourself up as you stumble to your knees, before hearing the keys jingle in the lock. Simon enters with eyes wide, as he looks at you. Before running quickly, to pick you up in his arms.. the last thing you whispered was. “I..am..hungry..” you murmured, before your eyes started to close. He saw your distress appearance as he made a move on this situation.