Wendy's Drawing Book

January 5, 2012

The damage was done...nobody had noticed. I couldn't say I was happy because I just wanted someone in my family to say "Wendy are you alright" then sit down with me and show that they really cared for me. But no one did, so I just continued the rest of my days on break as normally as I could.
When school resumed on the 5th I got a notice from the principal that my schedule would be changing due to some stuff with my grades and what not. I didn't even know that was a thing that could happened. The only good thing about it is that I'm in honors French and Ap History again, plus Bebe and I have a gym together.
Since the cuts on my legs were never property taken care of and never healed correctly they were really noticeable no matter how high I wore my socks. Plus I started noticing some of my bones were showing through my skin again. I didn't dare to step on the scale.
On the first day back I was limping and my face was blood shot red from a rising fever I was getting from the minor infection my legs got. But I just continued walking and smiling when people asked me if I was ok or not.
At around 2:30 ish I was literally dragged down to the nurses office by Bebe.She touched my face when someone brought up my flushed skin I'm a conversation and realized I had a fever.
Normally when she tries to drag me places I just break free but today I couldn't. I was so weak and tired that I just went along with it. Halfway down the staircase I broke from her cold hands and began sprinting down the stairs. I could've made it but I slipped and fell causing the wounds on my legs to re open and bleed.
"Wendy, I know your a fast runner and all but your so sick you lost all your stamina......hey are you bleeding...Oh shit Wendy we need to call and ambulance." She said almost screaming.
"That....w-won't....b.....e......n..necessary". I was gasping for air and desperately fighting to not pass out.
"H-hey....let me see your legs". She began slowly walking towards me. "I know you Wendy, ever since I could remember you've always worn a short skirt and long socks...but today your wearing sweat pants. Why? Plus your only bleeding from your legs. Your obviously trying to hide something.." Her voice trailed off.
I hate how sharp she is. But she hit a bulls eye.
She jumped on top of me as gingerly as she could and began ripping off my pants. "Why the hell is there so much blood"?
Her hand touched my bare thigh and she gasped at the sight of her bloody hand.
At this point I was pants less, laying in a small pool of blood on my back. I didn't even know it was humanly possible to bleed this much and survive.
"Wendy, who cut you like this" she said quivering her eyes were staring up and down at my legs.
I was about to answer but the last thing I could remember was the relief I felt as my face met with the cold floor.