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"I can't do it" I said in a fragile but firm voice. Just looking at the piece of toast without butter laying there, made me want to puke. How was I then supposed to put the damn thing in my mouth?

"Of course you can, don't you remember our talk?" The nurse said in a bored tone.

What the hell is her problem? She's not the one sitting on an extremely uncomfortable chair with nurses over her shoulders at all times. And I mean ALL the time. Can't even walk down the hall. They say I'm a threat to myself and others. Like, what's that supposed to mean?

"The faster you can get that piece of bread down your throat, the faster you can get back to staring out the window, okay. Just... eat." She said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. Maybe it is, but I don't get it. I'm just messed up. Abnormal. She kept talking, but I tuned her out. Another nurse told me all of this yesterday. It didn't work then, and it's not going to work now. I picked up a crumble, and stared at it. I squeezed it between two fingers and dropped it down on the plate again. It's weird how you can look at something for so long that in the end it doesn't make any sense. Toast. Bread. The words are even worse. Toast. Where does it come from? Toast. Toast. The humming from the nurse came back. She was now shaking me slightly to get me out of my thoughts.

"Can I at least have a smaller portion?" I asked hopefully.

She just looked at me for about ten seconds. Like someone had never asked her that before.
"No." She just stated.

"Wait, but why?" I asked starting to get annoyed. Isn't it better if I eat SOMETHING, rather than nothing at all?

"Because it says one piece of bread in your meal plan for gods sake! I can't just change that because you are too spoiled to eat what's on your plate." She argued back, her lips in a thin line, eyes twitching in annoyance.

Ouch... too spoiled huh? She can eat that damn toast herself. I slowly stood up, pushing the chair back. It scraped over the concrete floor breaking the silence with an almost painful sound. Then I walked out of the interrogation looking room. All calm, but with a storm roaring inside me.