Just a waitress (a jace Norman fanfic)

Chapter 21- Lucy glecshire

^^thats the after pic of Lucy. You'll see!😉^^^^
Christine's pov
I walked through the halls until I came to a pair of double doors with a sign reading "patient cafeteria." "I guess this is it." I said to myself. I walked in and looked around. There were lots of round plastic tables with people sitting at them. Some of them were elderly people, others were children. I went into the line and got a BLT. I really needed some bacon right about now. I got the sandwich and an iced tea and went to find somewhere to sit. As I looked around at all the filled tables my eyes fell on a girl sitting alone. She looked a little bit older than me. I walked over to her table. "Is this seat taken?" I asked. "Only by air." I took that as a no and sat down. "I'm Christine valentine." I held out my hand. She barley shook it before returning to staring at a book. "I'm Lucy." She said not looking up. "What's your last name?" I was curious. "Why does it matter!" She suddenly got defensive. "It doesn't! I was just curious!" I quickly said. She seemed very unpredictable. "Sorry. It's Glecshire. My name is Lucy glecshire. Or as many call me, cooky bleckshire." I could guess why she was here. "So your in for bullying issues too?" I asked. "Issues? Try torturing. Thy beat me and called me names and attacked me online. It never ends." I suddenly realized how much worse some people must have it. "That sucks. I'm sorry." "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault! It's those bitches out there's fault!" She motioned out the window. "Anyone who's in here is a victim. Anyone who's a victim who's out there is just that unfortunate. All those "cool people" take everyone who has the nerve to admit their different and they destroy them. Push them over the edge until they try to hang themselves in their closet. A threat that is no more. I'm guessing we're both in here for suicide attempt?" I nodded my head. "Yeah. I overdosed and cut my wrists." She nodded like she understood. "So what's your reason for doing it?" "What isn't my reason for doing it? It all started back in Maine." Then I told her my story. She seemed surprised by the time I was done. "Wow. That's a pretty crazy ride. At least it sounds like you still have people who care about you." She said. "Don't you have people who want you at home?" "Nah I'm an only child. My parents split when I was a kid and my mom left entirely and my dads a drunk. He keeps trying to tell me he'll change when I get home, but I don't care what he does anymore. He thinks I can forgive him." I immediately felt bad for her, but she has to give her dad a chance. "People can only change if you give them a chance to. You can't give up on family." I said. "What about your family? It seems like you've given up on them." I knew she was right. I also knew the doctor was right. She knows how I feel and I can talk to her and she understands. "So how long have you been here?" I asked. "A week. I got two left. You?" "I got here today. I'm here for three weeks." The doctor came over. "I see you two have met. Told you Christine." I rolled my eyes as she walked away. "The one thing I still don't understand is how people could call YOU ugly. Your like a model! Nerds like me I get, but you?" She wore pigtails and overalls and glasses but I could see that deep down she was pretty. I shook my head. "People have just as much right to call you ugly as they do me. And if you want to look like me, come to my room after dinner and I have some stuff that could help." She smiled. We hung out for a while until it was time to go to our rooms. She walked back with me and I got out my suitcase. We chose an outfit and shoes and got to work. She took out her pigtails and showered. She put on the outfit. When her hair was dry I straightened it and put some light makeup on her. She now wore a red sweater with "love" written in black letters on it, and dark blue jeans. She wore a gold ring and gold hoops, and gold sparkly nails. She wore black vans and a black beanie. She stood up and looked in the bathroom mirror. "Um, it looks great... I think." Then i remembered something. "Oh I almost forgot!" I grabbed her square rimmed black glasses and put them on her face. "There! Much better! And once we get out of here we can go shopping and get you your own style!" At first Lucy smiled. But then it turned to a confused look. "Why are you helping me? No one has ever cared what happens to me before." She said. "Well us victims should stick together right?" She laughed. "Right." We watched a movie then talked about books for a while and recommend books to each other. "Hey I know that this is none of my business, but you said that you didn't want to face your boyfriend because you think things will be different between you two. But if I've learned anything from the million romance books I've read, it's that if he truly loves you, he won't treat you any differently then he did wen he first met you." "Thanks but real life can be a little more complicated than a book." But I couldn't help but wonder if she was right. After a while she had to go back to her room. Before she left she turned around. "Hey Christine?" "Yeah?" "Are we... Friends?" I think she was expecting me to say no. "Did hazel grace love Augustus waters till the end? Totally!" Lucy smiled really bright. "I have a friend? I've never had one of those before." Then she left. I think this friendship could help both of us. Maybe with Lucy, these three weeks won't be so lonely after all.