Walls

Chapter 7- If You Love Me

Ed comes around to my side of the car and takes my hand. He gives me a sad smile and I walk to the door of the rehabilitation facility. We are greeted by a skinny, petite woman. She looks at me with her kind eyes and gives both of us a reassuring smile.

"Hello Ms. Swift and Mr. Sheeran. If you wouldn't mind following we can get you checked in and go over the rules and treatment plan."

We followed her, Ed holding me in his arms. I started crying the second we walked into the room where they would weigh me. The woman looked at me pleadingly and stopped in her tracks. "Why don't I give you guys a minute to talk. You can go right into that room and I'll be in after I collect the paperwork."

Me and Ed walked to the room and sat in chairs that were opposite each other.

Ed waited for me to say something. "Ed please don't leave me here."

"Taylor I'm only doing this because I love you and I want to see you get better."

"Ed if you love me you won't do this." I said slowly. "If you love me you won't leave me here. Please don't make me stay here." I started sobbing.

"I'm sorry Taylor, but I have to this."

The woman walked into the room. Without knocking... a thing I hated.

"Okay Taylor. So, Ed you will need to fill out these forms since you are the one handling her placement in the facility. Now let's discuss the treatment plans and options."

We both nodded and Ed began the paperwork.

"First of all, Ed you have two options. The first being to put Taylor in charge of when she can leave or considering Taylor's condition you can put her on a plan where you or her parents are the only ones who many check her out. Which one would you prefer?"

Ed looked over to me with apologetic eyes.

"I'd like to have to be the one to sign her out."

My mouth must have been hanging wide open. The tears returned to my eyes and I started shaking. There was no way out now.

"Now in terms of treatment. We will be restoring you to a little of your starting weight. Most facilities do this in very unhealthy ways, but considering that you have an upcoming tour we will be doing a high calorie diet, but you will have a trainer so you can regain your weight while getting you stamina back and gaining your weight back in muscle. Next our rules. Personal computers are prohibited. Because of you career we will permit you to use your cell phone, but under close watch and very limited social media. You will only be allowed in your room from 8pm to 7am. During the hours you can't be in your room all the dorms will be locked so you must bring everything you'll want with you. Lastly, you only get 3 visiting days a week and a 20 minute phone call each day. And for obvious reasons your showers and bathroom uses will be monitored. Also you will have to be fully covered in baggy clothing at all times because it can be triggering to the other patients. Also no cosmetics in the facility because again it can cause issues for other patients. There will be room checks once a week."

I took a quavering breath as I processed all the rules. This is like jail with comfier clothes and less exposure to my family and friends.

"Also as part of your treatment you will meet with a counselor 3 times a week. Now if you could follow me we will get your weight and height."

I walked with her and she led me to the physical room. I stood against the board they use to take your height and then got on the scale which I wasn't allowed to look at.

"It's really not so bad." She started. "It's hard at first, but eventually the voices in your head calm down and you enjoy the food. I went through it for 3 years and here I am."

"You had a disorder? I couldn't tell"

"One day you won't be able to tell you had one either." She told me.