My stomach tightens and growls as I lay on the small bed in the room. I sit up and look around the room. My eyes land on a variety of fruits across the room. I shake my head then lay back down in the bed. I dont know how Liam got me in here. Well I guess I do; he simply lifted me out of his car and walked me in the mental hospital. Then a bunch of people in scrubs took me from there. They must have been awaiting my arrival. This place is so creepy. Liam could have at least picked a nicer mental hospital. But then again I would rather be here than school.
My stomach growls again. I sigh as I swing my legs of the bed then proceed to walk over the fruit and pull out an apple. I rip off some of the skin and nibble on that for a while. This eventually makes the growling die down.
"Hope?" I hear Liam question from outside my cell like room. I do not say anything or bother to look up. I feel my cheeks burn with rage. "Hope, I'm sorry, but I could not think of anything else." I moan and look up at Liam leaning against the door frame, and I briefly consider running away but then I see the look in Liam's eyes. His brown eyes are darker than usual and there is not even a hint of happiness in them.
"Liam, Putting me in a mental hospital is not going to help anything." I say, harshly.
"It's worth a go..." Liam says glancing at the apple skin in my hand then quickly looks away focusing at a painting on the opposite wall.
"What about Kate, Sarah, Beth, and Nicole?" I ask Liam, who now looks bored.
"What about them?" He says looking back at me with a pained look in his eyes.
"Do they know?" I ask suddenly worried about what they will think of me.
"Yes, this was their idea." Liam says in the same bored expression.
"Why didn't they take me or come with us or tell me or at least come and visit!" I suggest raising my voice.
"Well they didn't want you to hate them. Also, I forgot to mention, Kate should be here soon." He says with a more cautioned voice this time. Kate is my other best friend. Her, Liam, and I were inseparable until Liam started hanging out with a few guys that used to bully Kate, one of the guys being Harry.
"Well then why did you take me? Do you not care if I hate you?" I ask, crossing arms across my chest. Liam opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say anything Kate comes bouncing into the room.
"Hope! There you are! How are you feeling?" She says flopping onto my bed. Kate is much taller than I am at least a half foot. She is so lively her presence could light up a room, but some people just cannot handle that kindof energy. Well actually most people cant handle that kindof energy.
"I'm not like sick or anything." I say. Kate knows this, of course, but she is treating me as if I have cancer. A flicker of pain flashes across her face, but her enormous smile never fades.
"They should have nicer rooms here," she says standing up and grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket "Maybe a nice rug or flat screen TV instead of this old piece of crap." Kate taps the old TV with her hand then takes a massive bite of the apple. As I look around the room I notice how out of date everything is; The old dresser with chipped wood, the rusting nails on my bed, the uneven chair across from me, it all reminds me of a room from an old abandoned hotel.
"It's actually not that bad," I say truthfully, "it's just the fact that I am in a mental hospital that kindof throws the whole look off." Kate walks over to my bed and sits down next me. She is quiet for a moment - probably the longest amount of time she has gone without talking.
Finally, breaking the silence she says, "We just want you to be healthy and happy again." in a quiet voice. I sigh in frustration. I know the only way to get out of here is to eat. In the situation I am in right now, being in here does not seem so bad. Then I will not have to face Harry every day at school, or worry about not falling asleep in class. But then again I've only been around for a couple hours and have not even had my first therapy session. I glance up at the clock which shows that I have 5 minutes until my therapist comes to "get to know me."
"I think you guys should go the therapist should be here soon." I say. Liam turns and exits and Kate follow directly after him, her flip flops smacking the ground with her every step. I'm alone again, but I know I won't be for long. I lay back onto my pillow and begin to rub the headache from my head and after a few minutes I hear the glass door slide open. The therapist is here.
"Okay lets so who do we have here?" The therapist says taking my file off the desk. Their sweet voice sounds oddly familiar. "Hope...Mathews?" the woman says with shock in her voice. I sit up to see what is wrong when I make eye contact with my shrink. Now I know why this voice sounds so familiar, this isn't just any therapist this is Dr. Anne Cox, Harry's mum
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* PICTURE OF THE CHARACTER KATE ON SIDE *
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Lost Love
Fanfiction*PREVIOUSLY NAMED STARVED* After her devastating break up with Harry, her boyfriend of 2 years, Hope resorts to not eating to dull the pain. Soon after - her friend Liam takes her to a mental hospital, then leaves her there to pursue his career in...
