Forget Me Not (HIATUS )

Chapter 9

Song: Crybaby by Melanie Martinez

Chapter 9

"Amira, can you please wake up there is somewhere I need to take you."

I stir around in my sleep for a little while longer then slowly open my eyes seeing as the person shaking me awake doesn't seem to stop.

"What do you want?" I ask annoyed. It's a Saturday and it's only 9:00 a.m., what person in their right mind would be awake at a time like this? Certainly not me.

"Please just get ready." With that being said Sage walks out of my room.

I reluctantly, get out of bed brush my teeth and find a sweatshirt and some tights to put on. I pull my hair into a messy bun and head on downstairs.

Sage is waiting by the door for me. "Finally. Hurry up and get in the car."

I wonder where we are going? Nobody ever takes me out anywhere. I don't know where he could possibly be taking me.

We finally pull up to the building and instantly all color disappears from my face.

The doctors office.

Shit.

What am I gonna do? My brothers probably caught on that I was starving myself and now I'm here so they can prove their theory. Or, it's just a normal checkup and they didn't suspect a thing.

Why wouldn't he tell me about this checkup? Because it's obviously the former option.

"W-what are we doing here?" I try to say as casually as possible. I can't let him see how nervous I actually am then, he'll know something is up.

"It's just a checkup Amira, there's nothing to be worried about. Right?" He cocks an eyebrow and gives me a suspicious look.

"Right." I say as convincingly as possible.

We walk out of the car and head for the building.

I can't think. My mind is going blank and I need to put all my concentration into my steps.

Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot.

I start sweating and my hands start to tremble. My brothers will think so lowly of me now. Even more than usual.

We walk into the office and Sage quickly signs me in while I find a seat to sit in. I find one in the corner and bury my face in a magazine while, I wait to be called in.

After about five minutes the nurse calls me "Amira Anderson."

I stand up and Sage follows right behind me.

The nurse motions for me to stand on the scale so she could take my weight.

I sneak a look at the nurse and she looks like she would want to be anywhere else in the world except here then, I take a look at Sage and he looks at me with a nervous face.

I slowly put my right foot on the scale then my left and watch as the numbers go up from zero. My heart is racing and I dread the numbers that are going to show up.

89.42 lbs

Oh gosh this is bad.

The nurse does a little gasp and looks me up and down. She must be wondering why a 17 year old girl only weighs 89 fucking pounds.

Sage must be so disappointed in me right now but honestly, I feel great.

I feel like I've accomplished my goal. My goal was to lose weight and I did. I'm so skinny now that everybody will love me.

That's what society wants right? Some skinny twig with long legs, great curves and a pimple free face.

Well look society I'm perfect now.

So tell me, why the fuck is everything still the same. Why hasn't anybody at school tried talking to me yet? Why am I still the biggest loser in school? Why society. Why must you be so hard to please?

After seeing my weight, the nurse took all of the other information she needed from me before leading me to a room where I had to wait for the doctor to show up.

About five minutes later, a knock on the door told me that the doctor was here.

"Hi Amira, I'm Dr. Lisa Cuddy." She reaches over to shake my hand. She takes a quick look at my brother then in the kindest way possible ask him to leave.

I could tell that Sage wanted to stay but the pleading look in my eyes must have persuaded him to listen to the doctor because he stood up and left the room.

As soon as the door shut Dr. Cuddy wasted no time and got straight to the point. "Amira, it's pretty obvious that you've been starving yourself. I'm not going to ask you why because it's none of my business but, what I am going to do is prescribe you some anti-depressants. It will have a lot of negative side effects but it should help you get back to normal. I will also be talking to your brother about you maybe seeing a therapist. Trust me it may seem like a bad idea but therapist really do help. I have another patient in the next room over so, I do need to go but, I do wish you the best of luck and hope to see you real soon for your next check up and you better be better or else." She starts to walk towards the door but I stop her.

"Dr. Cuddy wait."

"Huh?"

"Thank you... For being so nice. It means a lot."