The Bad Girl and The Good Boy

Chapter 10: Rehabilitation

Hello, it's me. I was wondering if after all this time you'd still read. My story. Thank you. Did anybody else read that while thinking of  "Hello" by Adele? I certainly did. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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It's Saturday today. Cole Grayson's party is in 12 hours. It's 10am and I;m really bored. I'm scared to death because I'm in a fucking hospital. A. Fucking. Hospital. I can't remember how many meltdowns I've had but I'm pretty sure it's near fifteen. Jordan left last night. He ended up ditching the whole of school for me. I've had people from school ask to see me but the only people I'm allowing to visit are family members and Jordan. My mum arranged appointments for me with a therapist, nutritionist and I'm getting rehab. I don't know if they'll help me because someone can only help you pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, but only you can fix it. But, even if you fix a broken mirror, you'll always see the cracks. 

The first person to visit me was a nutritionist. My nutritionist was a middle aged lady. She was very fit. Having amazing biceps and extreme muscles. Dang. She smiled at me as she entered the room.

"Good morning Melissa! I'm Emily, your nutritionist." Emily held out her hand. I timidly shook it. Damn it I'm getting super weak.

"Okay. I've heard about your condition from your doctor and I won't force you to eat proper meals straight away. I want to try to eat a piece of fruit." Emily said. A nurse sat in the corner of the room. Emily gestured for the nurse. 

"Please get her a cut up orange. Small slices please." The nurse nodded before scurrying away.

"I thought you'd force me to eat proper meals straight away like scary nutritionists from the movies." I said.

Emily laughed.

"Honey, I used to be anorexic, I know how hard it is to start eating again." She smiled at me. I like Emily. She's nice.

The nurse returned with a plate of sliced oranges. I eyed them warily. I can't remember the last time I ate something. All I consumed was water. Emily took the plate from the nurse and placed it on the table beside my bed. I gulped.

"Take one slice and try to eat it. It'll help your digestive system. We'll work on repairing that first. Since you haven't gotten any nutrition lately, your organs are weak and so is your immune system." Emily explained. 

I slowly reached for a slice and slowly moved it towards my lips. I nibbled on the flesh. I could taste the flavour of the orange. Once I realised how many calories I was consuming by eating the sweet orange, I thrust it away from my lips. 

"I-I can't do this." I said, my voice shaking. I sighed.

Emily walked over to me and gently rubbed my back.

"It's alright sweetheart. You're making some progress. I could't even touch food until my therapist shoved it into my mouth." She chuckled. I giggled. I imagined an angry therapist shoving food into poor Emily's mouth.

Emily checked her watch. 

"Well I have another appointment in twenty minutes so I need to go. I'll be back tomorrow at 2pm. If you want, you can try to eat while I;m gone." Emily gave me a smile. 

I nodded.

"See ya Melissa!" She said before walking out the door.

I sighed. I reached to grab another slice of orange. Hesitantly, I brought the slice of orange to my lips. Tentatively, I nibbled on the flesh. It was sweet. Really sweet. Resisting the urge to count how many calories I was consuming, I continued to nibble on the flesh. My eyes were closed and I slowly nibbled in the sweet, juicy flesh of the orange. I was nibbling in the flesh while savouring the sweet taste of the orange.

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that all the bright orange flesh was gone. I grinned. I did it. I bloody did it. I  fucking ate a slice of orange. I pumped my fist into the air. 

"Well someone's happy." A disgustingly sweet voice interrupted my private therapy session with my mind and body. My grin faded as I noticed the red-haired bimbo standing in front of me.

"Vanessa." I growled.

"Well someone's in a bad mood." She smirked. I glared menacingly at her.

"Nurse Bimbo, get outta here." Vanessa snapped at the nurse that sat in the corner of the room."

"Y-yes ma'am." The nurse nodded and scurried out the door. Poor nurse.

"What do yo want you little brat." I spat.

"Woah. Someone's fiesty." She chuckled.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked.

"I'm here to talk about the game we made." She cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh that game. About the whole thing about the couple thing? There's two reasons your doing this. One, you want popularity. Two, you want to prove that I can't love anyone. Fine yes, you're right. I can't love anyone else after I DUMPED Alex. Also, you can just gain popularity from my school by sleeping with boys and announcing that you're my sister." I said in a monotonous tone.

Vanessa looked shocked. I smiled smugly. 

"Let me put this in simpler words so your puny brain can understand. WE FORFEIT." I said.

"I-I don't know what to say. But, I win." She smirked and sashayed out of the room.

"By the way, don't eat too many oranges! You'll get fat!" She cackled like a witch.

I looked at the clock. It was 10:30am and Jordan said he'd visit me at 11am. I decided to try to finish the plate of orange slices before he came. I picked up another slice and nibbled on it, I was started to eat faster. It actually tastes nice. I finished that slice and I reached for another one. Before I knew it, I had finished the whole plate of oranges. Wait until Jordan sees this. He'll be happy that I'm making positive progress. I waited for Jordan to come. 10:45am... 10:50am... 10:55am... time seemed to drag on and on. Just as I was about to doze off, a deep voice greeted me.

"Hey Melissa." Jordan said.

I grinned as I looked at the familiar dirty blonde haired nerd.

"Hey Jordan! Guess what! Guess what!"

"Someone's really enthusiastic today. What happened?"Jordan chuckled.

"I ATE A WHOLE ORANGE TODAY! LOOK!" I screamed and pointed at the plate full of orange peels.

Jordan grinned.

"That's great!" Jordan ruffled my hair. I pouted and tried to flatten my hair.

"You're getting better!" Jordan smiled and hugged me.

No, I'm not. Only my anorexia is. 

It's hard, pretending to be someone you're not.

It's hard, keeping a mask on everyday.

It's hard to live while your loved ones are no longer with you.

It's hard to become  a better person when you're not even yourself 100% of the time.

I'm not getting better. I'm only getting worse.