"I ate a big breakfast" he persuades them that he is not hungry. He will not, can not eat. He's lasted so long. 26 days. Not a morsel of food has passed his lips in 26 days. Water is and always will be the only substance to enter his body.
They ask when he ate last. "Earlier." He lies. They can see it in his eyes, see right through the lies.
They give him a plate. They sit and watch as he pushes the food around.
His mind, the demons, are attacking him Don't eat it You'll get fat Don't
He notices the demeaning stares. He picks up the fork, full of food. He shoves it into his mouth. A disturbing, yet lovely sensation crosses his tongue. He is able to expertly hide the disgust and horror from creeping onto his face. He sits with the food in his mouth. It's almost as if he had forgotten how to eat.
Slowly, he chews and forces the food down his throat. He swore this would never happen.
He chokes down a few more bites and indicates he is full. They look pleased and let him go.
He immediately runs to the bathroom. He empties the contents of his newly full stomach.
He stands up, a bit lightheaded. The dizziness takes over him. He stumbles and hits the wall of the stall. He quickly leaves and pops a piece of minty gum into his mouth.
He walks out, right into their stares. They just let it go.
He puts on his fake smile as he turns and walks out.
Not a word was said about it after that day.
Not a word came out of his mouth after that night.