It seemed as though Eric would never get over this. He almost never left his room now and was glad his parents were paying his share of the bills. Everyone kept bugging him to eat or go again to counseling. They would think after almost a year that the counseling would help but it was not helping at all. Just taught him how to hold in the pain instead of letting it out which was a bad thing. When his sister's familiar voice filtered the room he sighed. It smelled so good and she did go through all this trouble to make it and bring it to her. When she was downstairs he opened the door quietly and took what was left for him. When she came back it was half eaten and the soda can crushed of course by his bare hands. At least he ate something.