"Come here you brat!"

Ira looked down at his plate.

"Why are you such a fucking glutton you little brat!"

"Actually Marmo, I don't think I'm all that hungry. You can have what I didn't eat." Ira decided against having any more.
"Are you sure Ira? You barely touched your food."
"It's fine Marmo, I'm just full from lunch."
"OK, if you say so..."
Ira walked away to his room. His stomach growling as he entered the concrete cell he called his room, cramping while he closed the door.
He hadn't eaten in almost 3 days, and his body was begging for some form of nourishment.
The boy had been getting thinner and thinner as he refused to feed himself.

He didn't want to be called a glutton.

He wanted it to stop.

He didn't want to feel the pain anymore.

He didn't want to live like this.

No...he didn't want to live.

It was his turn to fight the glitter force once more.

At least he has Glitter Diamond to keep him going.