No Food

A mostly fiction short-story:

It seems like people are always making me eat something when I really don’t feel like eating. Some days I just don’t want to eat for whatever reason but there’s always someone trying to force me to. Take today for an example… All I wanted to do was sleep the day away because I was having a slight hangover, but my dad did eventually make me get up at 1400. So I just kinda stumbled out of my room and pretended that I was just fine. I made some coffee and sat on the sofa in the living room with my dad and he said something about food and I basically ignored him. He asked if I wanted some eggs and I said no then got up and made some coffee and went back to my room to with it and logged onto my computer. A few minutes later he knocked on my door and told me to come out. So I did and that’s when I saw he made some eggs and I just said “no” then turned to go back into my room. He kinda grabbed my shoulder to stop me from leaving and told me to sit down and eat the eggs. I ate about 3 bites and when he left the kitchen I got up and threw away the rest and announced that I was finished, hoping that he’d get the message that I wasn’t in the mood for eating and I went back to my room. He came in a minute later handing me a small glass of orange juice and a tuna sandwich and told me to eat. I glared at him making it obvious that I wasn’t pleased about this but he just stood in my doorway waiting for me to eat. I obeyed his silent commands and started eating slowly piece-by-piece so he’d get bored of watching me eventually and leave, which he did and as soon as he left I tossed it into the trash. He came back a few minutes later and asked if I was finished. I said yup and pointed to the trash. He cursed at me and told me that I need to eat something so I don’t starve again and I could tell by that comment and the look in his face that he was thinking back to the times when I was suicidal and that kinda pissed me off. So I grabbed the rest of the sandwich out of the trash and threw it at his face as hard as I could which he ended up catching kinda and made a mess of his hands and the front of his shirt. He cursed me out again and left and didn’t come back this time after a few minutes, obviously giving up on trying to force me to eat anymore. I smiled a little and thought “I won this battle”

~AngelCutter