The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter forty-three.

• BREAK AWAY - TOKIO HOTEL

TWO DAYS

7:06AM.

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☠︎︎ 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I stared at my brother waiting for me outside of the hospital, my eyes flickering over him.

I was still in my room. But I could see Vince from the third story. He was leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette in a white wife beater and baggy jeans. He had the buzz cut Mario described, with neck and arm tattoos.

"Is that your brother?" The nurse asked as she changed my bandages. I nodded a little, and my eyes still focused out the window. "He looks.. nice. How many brothers do you have? I know you have one named Sebastian. He's.. well, he was popular around here."

I glanced at her, but I didn't reply. I just gave her a dirty look. at that, she just cleared her throat and did her job.

I looked down at my wrists, my fingers twitching lightly as she cleaned up the dried blood around the stitches.

When I first woke up, I had pills poured down my throat, the small clip on my finger, and multiple needles in my arm. It gave me some pretty good flashbacks. Flashbacks I'd have no problem bringing back.

The high was predictable.

It's just not predictable enough if it made me tweak. I kept hearing Sebastian's name everywhere. People couldn't keep my brothers name out of their mouth. They had no decency. No remorse.

"All finished." The nurse said, giving me a small smile. "I've just got to get you on the scale and take your weight, then you can get dressed and get out of here." She said.

. . .

How embarrassing. Not even being able to look my nurse in the eye while she talks to me about being healthy. I smoked, drank like a fish, and I never used a belt for my waist anymore. Who does she think I am? Some junkie? Well, she was right, and I was too shameful to admit that. I hated that she wanted me to. Did she? Fuck, why is she staring at me so intensely?

"Mandy, we talked about this the other day, remember? Your BMI is under 16. Do you understand how much of a risk your health is at?"

"Do you think this is a sickness? It isn't. that's why it's my fucking choice. Don't hold your breath, nurse. I'm fine." I muttered under my breath, crossing my legs and picking at the bandages. She moved my hands away from them, trying to catch my attention again.

"Yeah, but you're still going on that scale. I need to see if you held up your end of the deal and gained at least one kilo."

One kilo.

I haven't eaten anything.

"You can't make me do shit. I'll starve myself raw as soon as you send me out of this fucking hole." I said, looking at her and forming a slight smirk. "I'm warning you, don't try and save me. It won't help me. Can't you see that?"

"You're not sick, Mandy. Not mentally. An ED, however, is a serious issue." She said softly.

"I'm not sick? I'm not sick? Then tell me what the fuck is going on in my fucking head!" I shouted at her, my face contorted in anger. I stood up, my eyes closing tight at the loss of consciousness.

"Mandy? Mandy, are you alright?" The nurse quickly said, holding me steady. I breathed out, looking at her and tugging my arm away. "I'm fine. I want to go home."

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The nurse had gone away, and I was left alone to dress. It was tougher than I thought, especially with the bandages constantly getting caught on my clothes. The worst part is when the fabric ripped at the stitches. It felt like a stab in the wrist.

I closed my eyes and winced quietly, peeking at the blood seeping onto the fabric. I cussed under my breath and finished putting the shirt on before slowly tugging up my underwear and track pants.

These were Tom's clothes. I was surprised he even had these. All he wore were jeans. I've never seen him in shorts, just naked.

Speaking of Tom, I was pissed off. Not at him, but I wasn't awake when he was here. I really needed to see him again. I missed him like hell.

I glanced towards the clock, hearing it tick quietly. My eyes flickered over it, grabbing my phone before walking out of the hospital room, leaving my gown behind.