Well it was Monday. I drove myself as usual and set off. I had to work for only 2 hours today which thrilled me to no end. I got to school and I knew Naomi wasn’t going to be there and went on doing a partner lab, solo. The only unplanned thing about today, when I got to pre-calculus, the phone rang and I didn’t think anything of it until I heard Mr. Marks say, “Leah, c17 please.” I had no idea whose room that was until I started walking and it hit me, my social worker. I debated on not going but I had to. I knocked on her door and she answered it, she didn’t look any different with her spikey blonde hair, it slightly freaked me out, but she dressed like a librarian.
“Hi Leah, sorry I haven’t gotten to see you in a while, take a seat.” She smiled at me, I hated this so much.
“That's fine by me.” I definitely didn’t sound excited to be here.
“So how have you been since the hospital?” I hated how she was so comfortable with talking about it. I still cringe at the word.
“I'm fine.” I tried to keep my side of the talking short.
“Are you eating?” I so hated the straight forwardness.
“A little bit.” She raised her one eyebrow.
“A little bit?”
“Yeah…I’m eating.” I lied.
“So if I called your mom she would say that too?” I hated when she pulled the mother card.
“Okay, no I’m not.” I snapped.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to, I honestly would rather die than anything else, I don’t want to be here right now. I don’t want to eat and I just don’t care anymore…you all seem to think sending me to the hospital was better for me but it just wrecked me.” I spilled out everything.
“Leah, why did you stop eating in the first place?”
“I don’t know.” I lied, I did know, I felt disgusting in so many ways, I knew I wasn’t fat but I felt it, I knew I didn’t have problems but I did…
“Yes you do, and so do I. I want you to remind yourself Leah.” How was reminding myself of that tragic day going to make anything better?
“I really don’t want to.” I tried holding back my tears.
“Leah just please say it.”
“Why? So I can go home and remind myself constantly and think about it forever and just make myself worse? So I can stop eating again and…” She didn’t know I cut. I stopped for a while before the hospital because I thought I had found a different relief, the pain of hunger.
“There's an 'and', what is it?”
“Nothing…”
“Leah, I’m not trying to remind you and let it haunt your mind, I am trying to get you to remember why you stopped and maybe think back to all the happiness you had before that time.”
“I was raped, are you happy?”
“The question is, are you happy now that you confessed?”
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The Butterfly Project (Student/Teacher)
RomanceLeah, that happy go lucky girl that had the best times of ever in her, or so she thought, and, Drew that hot teacher that was just too sweet to not notice. Leah and Drew have many things in common, a troubled past and an interesting future, find out...
