Ever heard that expression "He bit off more than he could chew"? Well, I live by that expression. The doctors said I needed to stop living by it or I will end up with Xavier. Well, fuck Xavier. Yeah. Fuck him. No, it isn't his fault. But he has a choice, doesn't he? I looked it up online and I swear he has a choice.
But enough about that. I am required to tell you about me. About why I am here now. It has been two years and a month since Xavier was put here. It's been a month since I ate a full meal. It's been a week since I was put here. No visitors. Nothing. Only random talks with Xavier. Telling him he could wake up. That he could join us again. But I haven't even got so much as a twitch.
Oh, right. Me. Yeah. I'm not good at this. Okay, so I stopped eating gradually two years ago. It hadn't got really bad until I started passing out and losing balance and my vision from time to time. I was drained of all my energy. I weigh 88 pounds currently. I am 16. I cut myself off from all of my friends. I am pretty sure they all went to different towns and stuff. I haven't seen any of them besides Xavier in two years.
"Xavier? I'm scared. What if we are in here until we die?" I mumble. He can hear me. I know he can. But he won't answer.
"Dylan? It's time for your meal. It's soup today." The nurse was holding a tray at the doorway. As of right now, I'm not allowed to leave the room whatsoever.
"No thank you. I am not hungry." This is why. I won't eat.
"Dylan, you can't do anything until you eat your meals every day. You aren't allowed any privileges until you cooperate. I finally convinced them to let you have soup instead of solids. Just drink it please." She pleads with me. I almost feel sorry for her so I grab the bowl and chug the soup down before I change my mind.
I hate this nurse. I hate how she's a wonderful person. I hate how she cares so much. I hate how she checks on me to make sure I am alive constantly. I hate her. Always fucking smiling and joyful. Newsflash, you're in a damn hospital, lady.
I cant take the soup. My stomach hurts. I throw it up in the bathroom.
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Xavier's Diseases.
Teen FictionI can't tell you about this story. If I try, it will give away too much. Then there would be no story. Enjoy, though.
