Liars #FreeYourBody

Four

Montana's POV
I breathed rapidly before blinking my eyes open. "W-what happened?" I felt my head, seeming to ache from some sort of fall.

"Mo!" Hailey shoved past a nurse and knelt down to my side. "Hail?" I hugged her when she bounced up to hug me back. Then, the nurse cleared her throat, "Montana Hyland, am I right?" I nodded.

Hail stopped hugging me and sat beside me. "Sweetie, I'm afraid you're going home for the day. First, I'll need to check your medication, just in case you need to visit the ER." I nodded, and bit my lip. "What happened?" I repeated, not understanding what was happening.

"You passed out, Mo." I saw the sags and redness in Hail's eyes, causing me to believe she'd been crying a whole lot, the time I was out. "How?" I asked, but I didn't really want to know the answer. "We're not sure, so of you want to visit the doctor, here's some information they might want to know..." The nurse grabbed a scale and motioned me to stand.

I stood, with the help of Hail grabbing my wrist to make sure I didn't fall, which I knew wasn't going to happen. "Hailey Mills, I need you to exit the room, please." The nurse pointed to the door. Right when Hail was going to go full out rage, I grabbed her hand, reassuring her I'd be fine.

She only nodded, escaping the room in a few seconds. I took off my shoes, as ordered, and walked over to the scale. The nurse held me back, checking my height.

"You're 5'6, hon." The nurses voice reminded me somewhat of an alligator that swallowed a chihuahua. "Okay. I nodded, that being the decent height, and regular height of a lot of the girls in my school.

I automatically got scared when she waved me over to a new kind of scale..... A weight scale. I clenched my teeth, and got some courage to walk over to the scale. "Come on, it will only take a minute. This will help your doctor." She nodded.

Before stepping on the scale, I spoke, "Do we have to do this? Can't I just get rest and be fine? You don't really need to give him all of this info, right?" I asked. "Yes we do, Ms Hyland. Will you stop stalling and get on the weight scale, please." The nurse begged.

With one look of defeat, I dragged my feet over to the scale. I stood on it, worry filling I inside of me. Would they know I skipped meals? That I barely ate? I did breathing exercises to be skinnier? That's the reason I passed out anyways, right?

All the questions filled inside of me while the scale changed numbers and I stared straight ahead. Then, a thought came to me, This is better! You know it is! You can find out you're fat, and lose more. Look at the scale!

As my mind said, I jerked my head down, only to see the numbers had stopped flickering. There was a number. A number which made me stand on the middle of a bridge, and still feel uneven.

The number was 86.4.

I smiled a little, to show the nurse that I was on a medium side, but when my eyes met hers, she stood in complete and utter shock. Her eyes were wide open, and she dropped the chart she was holding.

I laughed a little, at her awe. "This is not a laughing matter! You are definitely unhealthy, Montana." She looked at me in somewhat anger. I dropped my smile immediately. "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine. I'm glad you noticed I need to lose weight, though-" I began.

"Lose weight? Ms Hyland, you are 34 pounds underweight! That is the least I've seen in my years! Are you anorexic, Montana?" She asked. I thought for a minute.

I don't throw up my food. "I'm healthy." I replied. "You seriously need to see a doctor if this is how you think..." She said, rushing to write some notes on a paper. "I think I'm fat. If I'm going to be a model, I can't be fat." I explained. "Besides, I'm ugly. I want to be gorgeous! Do you not understand?" I asked, raising my voice.

"Dear, you have a problem. I know of people who are underweight, but Ms, this is just too much! I'll suggest nonfat foods if you'd like. But in any case, you should be robbing a McDonalds." The nurse laughed a little at her own joke. "Anyways, your father will be here in minutes, and I will tell him your case." She stated.

When I heard that my father would be coming, I lost my heart. I couldn't bare him of all the people in my family to handle this well. I had no clue what he was going to do, and I didn't have a clue what to do either.

*******

I sat quietly in the front office, waiting for my father to arrive. My conscience was giving me certain conversations, but even my mind seemed to be on "low battery". Instead, I kept thinking about everything else.

The whole school was watching me. I mean, it might've not been bad, but it might ruin my image, or something. I could imagine Hailey stepping up to the plate of popularity and being ahead of me. Well, that couldn't happen. I needed to hang with the cheerleaders more than I already do.

Then, I thought about what exactly the nurse had said. She said I was "34 pounds underweight". That means the average 17 year old female weighs 120 pounds! That's totally not what a model weighs. I won't give in to that sort of "average". That's way too... Too... Too fat.

I kept turning to look out the window, and each time I'd see someone that looked like my dad, or his car, my mind would go blank.

Then, a yellow taxi rolled in front of the school. A tall man with a black suit entered the front office, asking for "Montana Hyland." When an office clerk pointed to me, I got up and met the man.

"Where's my father?" I asked, taken by surprise the grip of his shake as we left the building. "I'm Ken, I'll be taking you home. Your father had to handle some business." He said.

I sat in the shot gun of the taxi, beside Ken. His smile was creepy, just like a dolls'.

While I wondered what type of business Dad could possibly have that was more important than his sick daughter, I saw it.

It was a little shocking... Especially when I saw my boyfriend and brother running down the street, stripped down to underwear with big bulky eyes and car keys.

"Uh...Ken, let me out here." I had no idea what was going on, but I was sure gonna find out.