Mine From Day One

Chapter 7

-Starting from Maddie's perspective:

2 weeks ago I woke up in a hospital linked up to machines.

My parents come in.

They've been crying.

I cry.

"I'm sorry." I sob.

"Noo.... It's not your fault babe." My moms goes while crying.

Once I was stable enough I was transferred over to the Mental Hospital to treat my now diagnosed Rumination disorder.

I had therapists, doctors, and nurses to get the help I needed.

It was starting to work a bit.

I still had the urge to puke but was going through therapy on how to avoid it.

Things were still tough though.

We aren't allowed phones in there meaning no outside communication.

My parents would come and visit everyday but those were my only visitors allowed.

-Ethan's perspective:

*a few weeks later*

I had texted her a week ago.

'I miss you Mad.'

No response.

Her parents had came for dinner yesterday and I wasn't allowed out of my room.

It was apparent they didn't want me knowing as if I would go barging in there.

I probably would.

I told the friend group what happened and they forgave me.

Thank goodness.

None of us knew what was happening inside of the mental hospital walls.

We were worried sick.

She was put off all rosters at school.

Her parents were never home.

I saw them carrying boxes of some of her stuff.

Must be for her room at the hospital.

-Maddie's perspective:

*3 months later*

I had gained back 5 pounds.

I was off to a good start.

My arms gained fat to the perfect shape.

My thighs were getting there.

Growing up I always had bigger thighs.

Always comparing mine to my friends is what probably started it.

My stomach was skinny but they said as I ate more it would come back.

I couldn't get the guts to call the clique.

I'm pretty sure everyone I know knew.

I'd gotten cards and balloons.

I was going to group therapy.

I met a friend.

Her names Kayla.

She's anorexic.

Me and her are healing at the same pace. We're doing good they say.

-Ethan's perspective:

We hang out in my basement drinking.

It was a miniature party you could say.