He was in a clinic.
They told him he had an eating disorder.
They told him that he needed to eat.
That he wasn't fat.
Louis didn't believe them.
Not at first anyway.
The people he saw at the clinic looked horrible.
They were all like skeletons.
Seeing them made Louis realize that maybe, just maybe he was one of them.
One of the skeletons.
He wanted to lose weight but he didn't want to die because of it.
So, he slowly started his process of getting better.
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Pretty Boy ✓
PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
