I wake up to my lights being flicked on and a random doctor walking into the room. "Today you have a group session with a couple other patients here in the center replacing your usual afternoon session." She says. "So get up and get ready." She places a plate of toast on the counter then exits the room. I am surprised at her brief visit. She made no eye contact and acted as if it she was in the biggest hurry in the world.
I'm not exactly excited for this group session activity but it's better than having to tell Harry's mom all about how her son broke my heart. I get up and look around the room, and my eyes immediately land on what I was looking for. Clothes. I slip on the gray sweatpants that are two sizes to big and pull the draw string tight and tie it in a bow. Then I slip on the soft cotton t-shirt that says patient in black on the upper right side. I walk into the bathroom to find all my cosmetics, not including my makeup, on the counter. This was probably Liam's doing, he hates it when I wear makeup. I moan and put my hair up in a bun on top of my head. I put on deodorant and spritz myself with perfume. "I'll take a shower tonight," I tell myself.
When I come out of the bathroom, the toast is still sitting on the counter. I take the crust off and nibble on it for a while until the pain in my stomach goes away.
At 11:00 on the spot the woman from earlier re-enters my room "Time time go to group therapy." She says leading me out of the room. We walk past a couple more rooms with doors like mine and then turn right into a hall way with all white doors. After a few more steps, we come to an open door and she steps aside, then gesturs for me to walk in. The other people in the room look at me with tired eyes. I take a seat next to women who's picking at the skin around her finger nails and talking to herself in words that I can't hear,
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After the longest 3 hours of my life, the meeting is finally over. Everyone slowly exits the room and I follow behind the person who has a particularly severe case of short-term memory loss. Everyone had a story and I was the only one who refused to share mine. The leader pressed me to open up to the group, but I knew telling a group of crazy people was not going to help anything, so I remained silent the entire 3 hours. It was now 2:00 our school did not get out till 3, so I decided to watch TV until Liam arrived.
A few minutes into my TV show of Say Yes to the Dress someone came in with a sandwich. I ignored them as I continued to enjoy my show.
Once the show ended I decided to take a shower. I got up and went into the bathroom stripping my clothes off and running the shower water. When steam started to emerge from the shower, I stepped in and let the warm water run down my back. I immediately washed my body and hair then turned the water off. I grabbed a white towel from the cabinet and tried off my arms and legs the wrapped my dark hair up into a turban. I slip on a robe then head out into my room. I don't wanna put back on my patient clothes so I just sit back on my bed in just my robe and watch another episode of Say Yes to the Dress.
When the episode is over it is 3:30, so Liam will be here soon. I wander back into the bathroom and put back on the ugly pants and shirt and braid my hair so that it runs down the middle of my back. When I walk back out, Liam is sitting on my bed with tons of papers and books scattered around him. "Hopey!" he says looking up from the papers.
"Ugh! Is that homework?" I say gesturing to the stack of papers on the bed. He pulls out a folder from under him labeled Hope.
"This is the work you missed today." Liam says, handing me the folder. Thankfully the folder is relatively light. I open it to see nicely organized papers put in groups by subject. "Which subject do you want to start with." he says.
"I don't wanna do homeworkkk!" I whine.
"How about math? We did not learn much today, so it should be easy." Liam says, ignoring my whines. I sigh and pull out the math section.
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After an hour or 2 of working, studying, and short breaks, we finally manage to finish all the homework. I Hand Liam back my folder with all my finished work in it to bring back to my teachers. "This is going to get annoying." I say to Liam.
"What is?" He replies stuffing the folder into his backpack. After zipping it up he moves so that he he's sitting up against the wall.
"You having to be my teacher. By the way, how long do I have to stay here?" I ask, as I get in a comfortable position with my head in his lap.
"Until you start eating again." Liam says, looking down at me with a serious look in his eyes. I don't respond and a deep silence fills the room.
"Why don't you sing anymore?" I ask, breaking the silence. His eyes soften and his smile re-appears.
"I don't know. Why don't you?" he asks me. I laugh. I was never a good singer, and I never will be. Sometimes I sing along in the car but that's not real singing.
"Because I am horrible!" I scream. Liam smiles and shakes his head. When he stops laughing its quiet. "Liam?"
"Ya Hope?" he answers looking down at me with his sparking brown eyes.
"Will you sing for me?" I beg. I have not heard him sing in so long. I have always loved his voice.
"Sure." he answers. My eyes pop out of my head. I can't believe he said yes!
"Really?" I screetch.
"Really! What song?" he questions me. So many songs run through my head. But before I can choose one Liam has already begun to sing.
"Beauty queen of only 18 she had some trouble with herself..."
I close my eyes and listen to Liam as he sings. He sings softly as if he was telling me his darkest secret.
When he finishes She Will Be Loved. I mumble for him to sing another song. And so he goes on singing. He sings Maroon 5 and Coldplay, our two favorite bands, until I am asleep.
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I wake up to the sound old a woman speaking. "We don't allow visitors over night," she says talking to Liam. Liam lifts my head off his lap.
"I was just leaving but thank you for your kindness." He says and I laugh because the woman was completely the opposite of kind.
"Bye Liam." I say waving to him as he leaves.
"Buh-bye Hope." he says exiting the room. I give the woman a death glare. But she ignores it and leaves the room turning the light off on her way out. I moan and go back to sleep.
A/N:
I didn't get very many reads on my last post but I am still posting the next chapter because...I just want to get the good parts that are coming up :D
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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...
