psycho ☹ j.j.

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ainsley
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i got no sleep last night, but when do i ever anymore? i don't think blonde boy was asleep either.

there was a knock on the door, but jack or i said anything.

"okay lovelies, wake up. you have to take your medicine, because i know you don't want me to get angie." diana said.

jack sat up, and took his medicines, and i did the same.

"ok now breakfast in 20 minutes please be done here." diana said, then left.

"guess they trust us for some odd reason." i chuckled.

"guess because maybe diana knows that we aren't what they think we are." he said getting up going to the bathroom.

he was cuter than i thought, a small frame, but in a cute way. he has nice hair, and big blue eyes.

i got up and stood in front of the full length mirror on the wall. i look so...sick. this place is changing me. i didn't do anything to be here.

i lifted my shirt off to reveal only my calvin kelvin sports bra. my body was getting smaller, i could faintly see my rib cage, and my hip bones. i have bags under my eyes, and uncontrollably frizzy hair.

no wonder he beat me.

i sat on the floor, and proceeded to try and put my hair in a bun. it was ugly, but it's all i could do.

i slipped my shirt back on right before jack walked out, then we went to breakfast.

i barely ate. the food probably tasted bad anyway. i'm just not happy. there is no peace in my life.

jack nudged my side getting my attention, "don't think i'm creepy, but i saw you looking at yourself. you should really eat someting. the food isn't that bad."

i lightly smiled at him, and started nibbling at my food. i ate a 2 pieces of bacon and couple bits of grits, more breakfast than i have in a while.

we went back to the room or whatever, and i went to pee. i came back to diana waiting on me.

"ainsley, you must go see dr. jamieson now." she said. she was honestly a sweet lady.

i went to dr.jamieson, and of course she didn't say hardly anything different than the other doctors, except she said i needed to gain weight. i am only 97 pounds, and i was 123 before.

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it's been a long day, and honestly i just wanna go home. well if i had a home. i can't even contact my mother, nate made sure of that.

i just layed there on my bed staring at the white ceiling.

"ainsley?" jack said barley above a whisper.

"yeah."

"will you be my friend?" he asked me.

i looked over to him, and smiled, "yeah."
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no one is reading this & i like it :(