A/N: This chapter is slightly shorter than the rest of them, but it doesn't really affect much.
Trying to write the argument realistically in this was so hard, you have no idea.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter and don't forget to vote or comment if you did c:
The moon hung like a pendant in the vast darkness; Kitzie couldn't find any stars, so she couldn't make a wish. She'd have loved to make a wish. If she had a choice she'd make a lot of wishes. She'd wish for Conor to realise that there was a difference between him and his bipolar disorder. She'd wish for Luke to easily be able to move on, and for his scar to go away. She'd wish for Ezra's anxiety to go away, and to reverse what her sister had done. She'd wish for her fucking eating disorder to go away, for it to stop taunting her at every given moment. She'd wish for it to stop whispering in her ear as she sat by herself, telling her that she shouldn't have eaten. She'd wish for it to stop pointing out her imperfections and how much better everyone else looked compared to her. She'd wish for it to stop making food turn to sawdust in her mouth, and for it to stop making her hate the feeling of something in her stomach.
She'd wish for everything to be fixed, and everyone to be happy.
Yet, as she sat on the ground outside of Dalacine in the early hours of the morning, she knew that wasn't the case. She threw the empty cigarette pack in the same direction as her phone. In her frustration, she let herself tip backwards. She lay there in the grass, her splayed out around her, staring angrily at the sky.
That's what she was: angry. Why her? Why was she forced to try and fight a disorder that took over everything she did? Why couldn't she just give up? And, more recently, why were Lola and Jake dumping their problems on her?
She wanted to be able to help them out, but Kitzie would have thought Lola would have been the one to understand that Kitzie had a lot to deal with at that moment. She wouldn't have minded but after taking in what Luke said, she was really beginning to wonder whether they were really there for her or not.
Dalacine was beginning to suffocate Kitzie. With its strict way it checked how much she'd eaten and how much weight she had gained, and its tall gates that shut out the world, she decided she didn't like it. She didn't like it at all, and she didn't know why she had decided to go here.
So, unaware of Luke's watchful eyes, she stood up and approached the gate. It wasn't as difficult to get over as she thought it would be. Once she had found a decent enough place to pull herself up from, it was relatively easy. The only difficult part was getting the strength to haul herself up, but she blamed that on her weight, of course. She sat on the top of the gate for a moment, looked back once, and then jumped into freedom.
She'd be back, she thought, just not for a little while.
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Ezra woke up to an empty room. This in itself wasn't particularly unusual. Kitzie was often outside somewhere, usually having a cigarette or something. Kitzie didn't think Ezra knew about that habit, but it was easy to tell. She always came back smelling of smoke. This time, however, the window was left open as usual, but Kitzie hadn't come back.
When the nurse walked in, Ezra's stomach tightened.
The nurse signed to Ezra, a look of confusion on her face.
Where's Kitzie?
Ezra lied without even having to think about it.
Out walking around the grounds, I think.
But she didn't think that at all, and she didn't know how long she'd be able to cover for Kitzie.
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