I would be in the hospital for two whole weeks, possibly three. Three long weeks.
The first week and the first day was just me in bed. I had started to refuse almost every meal. The nurses had started getting frustrated with me as any attempt to get me to eat usually failed.
The only way to get me to eat anything was to bribe me. It was either be constantly prodded or food, that's at least how I understood it.
The food definitely sounded more inviting.
I had also started to scratch at the skin covered by my shirt, mainly my shoulders, I hadn't drawn blood.
I started to have problems sleeping, getting only six or five hours. It may sound like a lot but it really isn't. I wake feeling exhausted and sometimes hyperactive during the day.
I could be completely tired and people would ask me if I had ADHD.
To which I would restrain from saying something like," No, I don't have fucking ADHD. Go get educated."
I knew something like that would get me beat up again, or... something else.
Still no visitors the whole week, not from my mom, dad, or what few "friends" I had.
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Teen FictionHe's an outcast, the cliché target for bullies, and a broken family to help. He started off with enough problems, they said it would get better. It didn't and hasn't He learns that it's just going to be a painful roller-coaster, with little pleasure...
