Evan's P.O.V.
I opened my eyes, finding myself staring up at a skylight. What had happened? Where was I? A sharp pain in my left side brought my mind back to before.
"What happened?" I spoke to myself, my voice sounding scratchy and echoing to my ears.
"Evan!" I felt a hand grab mine, and Robin's head came into view. "You're finally awake! We were so worried!"
"What do you mean by 'finally'?" I rasped.
"You were in the hospital for a few days, and then we took you back to my house. You're in my studio."
I frowned. "I don't remember anything. Was I asleep that long?"
Robin shook her head. "You were in and out of consciousness. You kept asking for someone named Natalie."
I breathed in sharply. "Why does my knee hurt?"
"Surgery." Robin still held my hand, which I didn't really care if she did.
"Oh. Why am I still at your house?"
"Because my dad, the doctor, wanted you to be were you could be taken care of properly." Robin squeezed my hand. "Yvonne and your dad are to busy with their jobs."
"Oh." I still was flat on my back, which bothered me. "Can I lay on a pillow or something?"
Robin nodded. "Sure." I tried to sit up, but Robin shook her head at me. "Doctor Halls said to take it easy. If you move to much you might ruin the stitches." She lifted me, and I leaned back into a more comfortable position.
I see that everything is very organized, very different from my bedroom. "This is amazing." I look at the paintings one wall. A painting that has a crumpled something on it captures my attention.
"What's that painting about? The one with red drips?"
Robin goes over and brings it back. I could see that it was a flower, with parts that were crumpled and ripped. The background created a brooding sense of fright.
"It is what becomes of someone when they...do something...like..umm..."
I finished for her. "Like what I have."
She nodded. I felt like the whole world knew about my bulimia. I felt like someone had hacked into my own personal life.
I wondered if I would be able to keep a healthy weight if I stopped throwing up after every meal. If I exercised, I probably could.
~Sorry for such a short chapter! I'll try to make it up next chapter!:)
~XCountrylover
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Saving Evan
Teen FictionWhat should I do? I don't want to be fat... Evan Day is bulumic. He also runs on the high school cross country team. These two are not making a good combination. He joined the team his freshman year. Everyone called him names. Until he learned. He i...
