healing tears

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"Y/n" Cordelia knocked on the door softly. Your body not moving, snuggled under the weighted blanket all cozy. "Sweetheart" she whispered whilst approaching your sleeping form. "Wake up" she spoke softly not to scare you. Your body started to awake, eyes opening and adjusting to the light that blasted the room. "Morning" you mumbled whilst stretching to which then a yawn erupted from your tired body. "Breakfast is in thirty minutes and about two p.m. will be your therapy session" she explained and left after you replying with a quiet "ok". Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and pulling the blanket higher onto your body you stretched again and snuggled up. Nearly falling back asleep. You woke yourself back up and stood up to get have a shower and get ready. Grabbing some clothes you headed to the toilet door. Your hand grasping the handle and rattling the knob, turning your knowledge to the fact it was locked. A sigh fell from your lips as you stared at the blank door. "I'll be out of here in two minutes" Ally spoke on the other side of the connecting bathroom.

After about a minute, the door lock clicked and Ally appeared behind the opening door. A towel in her hands whilst she was quickly rubbing at her short hair. "Sorry, I was in there a while" she let out an awkward chuckle. "It's okay. I was only waiting a minute or two" you smiled and approached the door. She started to grab her stuff off the floor, her silk pyjama shirt and shorts, a tiny thong and her hair brush. A slight tinge of red covered her cheeks as you realised your eyes fixated on the thong from a lengthy period. "Sorry" you whispered and she chucked her clothes into her room. Before she closed the door she let out an explanation "The thing with the shower is... well it works. But, I'd say stick to using number 5 or 6 because as soon as you hit 7 it turns boiling and when you hit 3 it's like an ice bucket challenge" she laughed. "Thank you, I probably would've been boiled like an egg if it wasn't for you" you smiled and she shut the door at a leisurely pace. Warm water trickled down your body as you put the temperature on 5. Your scalp relieved at the moisture and your body relaxing. A low groan fell from your lips as your fingers rather through your hair.

As you reached the dining hall, everyone was sat down apart from Alice and Xandra. You placed yourself near the end of the table, hoping you hadn't stolen someone's seat. You were sat next to an empty seat. Alice wandered in quietly, you gave her a friendly expression as she pulled out the chair next to you and sat down. Cereal boxes and toast covered the table in groups, with milk and mugs for hot drinks. You settled on toast. Spreading the balmy butter across your bread and trying to start conversation with Alice.

Alice seemed the type to be quiet and polite. But clearly her eating disorder was giving her hell causing her to be less of her authentic self. She seemed to be more careful and calculating around meal times, seeming to be mischievous but not wanting to be. Her eating disorder brining out the worse in her. She sat next to me, her fingers playing with the edge of her toast on her plate. She stared at it. Most likely that her mind was giving her hundreds of thoughts on why not to eat it. Her hands brought the bread up to her lips and she took the most minuscule bite a person could. Looking more that a mouse has taken a a corner of the toast and ran away with it after seeing a human. "So... is this place all rainbows and sunshine or am I in for a terrible ride?" you joked bringing Alice out her trance. A grin plastering her face, "So you've got it all worked out already?" "So it's all rainbows and sunshine then" you giggled. "It's not terrible but it also isn't heaven. I'd say it's good if you don't make a fuss" she expressed, whilst tearing a piece of her toast for a more manageable bite size. "I'll keep that in mind. Is there anyone I should look out for?" you kept your tone down. "Not really. Just don't get on the wrong side of Xandra or Diane. They do stand their ground" she whispered back. "Thanks" you replied whilst looking back up to the table. Tammy was already watching the interaction between you and Alice with a glad smile. Lana was sat on the other side of you, her spoon scraping at the bowel as she finished the rest of her breakfast. Which was Rice Krispies with a questionable amount of milk. "How are you finding this place?" she asked you. Eyes all on you again as she spoke a little louder than expected. Even Dr. Staple seemed to be listening. "Yeah it's good so far. Haven't had my head bitten off yet" you joked. Slight sheen of sweat covering the back of your neck as anxiety riddled your every move. "I'm glad to hear that" Dr. Staple smiled.

After breakfast everyone went to selected rooms for therapy or other activities. You got ushered into a room of "art therapy" which wouldn't be your first choice but here you are sat in the room with Tammy as your teacher for the next hour and a half. Everyone seemed to know where everything was and just moved onto the big rectangular table that was placed in the centre of the room. Lana sat down opposite you, but quite far away due to the table's width. "Y/n, y/n... right I need to get you a folder and everything." Tammy told you whilst opening a draw and quipping up a folder. "I hope you like blue?" "It's my favourite" you responded which she seemed grateful about. Not like you were going to be a pain and ask for another colour. "Mine too" she mumbled whilst adding a label into the corner of the folder. Pre-occupied with her own actions to really notice what she was saying. "This art class can be both art therapy for expressing your emotions through art or if you don't feel like creating something on the day then you can colour in, in this pattern colouring book you have in your folder" she instructed. Not wanting to express your emotions or fall into the deep end just yet, staying on the side of the pool. You grabbed the colouring in book and sat back down at the table. Just carefully filling in between the lines. "Right who wants to choose the music?" Tammy questioned. Diane looked up directly into your eyes. "Y/n. It's her first art class" she smirked. "What do you want y/n?" Tammy asked whilst you tried to think of the most normal musician in the world. "Fleetwood Mac? It's cool if someone wants to choose something else though" you answered whilst looking for the reactions of the small class. "You are young, but you have taste" Diane smiled and went back to whatever she was drawing. From your position it looked like a woman carrying a child in her hands. Not really sure of how that could be to do with expressing emotions, but you just carried on colouring in being care-free.

-Wooo an update. I took ages to update this because a whole nearly 2 weeks went by and I didn't even realise. Suggestions welcome!!