She stayed in hospital for three weeks and four days. She cried a lot. Because they made her eat, but to Evie, every mouthful meant she was gaining a little bit of weight. Not only that but they wouldn't let her exercise. But she did. She did situps and crunches before she went to sleep every night, she had to be sneaky though, because she had to have her curtains open all night and day so the nurses could watch her to make sure she wasn't doing exactly that. But she found a way. There's always a way.
Meetings after meetings, people asking her questions, really personal questions that she didn't want to tell a stranger but she felt that she had to anyway. Days filled with bordom, sleep and nurses forcing her to eat.
It wasn't all bad though, some of the nurses were very nice, very chatty, made things a lot easier for her. She even made a friends once she got moved out of hdu and into a bay with other kids. She met this 17 year old called Nicole, she was in for severe depression and attempted suicide, she was very happy and cheerful though, they kept in contact via facebook after Evie left hospital.
YOU ARE READING
The secret life of Evie
Non-FictionA story of a 16 year old girls continuing struggle with selfharm and anorexia.