Painting The Town Unseen Colours

1 - good luck with that

^blake kills: if you don't like the look of him, you can always just imagine
Effy:
I remember the first day I walked into The McGuinness Unit like it was yesterday. But really, it's been 3 months and I'm starting to give up on even trying to get out of here. I came into this clinic with bruises on the parts of my body where bones were most prominent, I had scars all down my arms and thighs and I wasn't in the right mind. The thoughts in my head at that time had been too loud to handle and they had driven me to stop eating for weeks and weeks. Before I came here, I was living in boarding school and shared a simple bedroom with my best friend Nala. But after I'd collapsed in the middle of English, I was taken to the hospital and then taken here where I'm supposed to be fighting my illness.

All the pills in the world couldn't fix my problem, my issue is extreme and too serious to hide. Over the course of three months, I've made many friends, that have all fought their issue and are now healthy and stronger than ever. Every time someone leaves, this makes me feel not strong enough, but makes me determined to try my hardest, but this wears off after 3 nights of being left alone with my thoughts.

I have Becky, she has been hear longer than I have and we connected almost straight away, for the first night I was so scared and felt alone, but as the days went on, I felt more and more existent to the world, but that could have just been me feeling like nothing mattered anymore. Like right now, nothing matters, nothing matters at all.

This is how it all happened and this is all I remember as I walked through the wide front doors of the McGuinness Unit in Manchester:

Three Months Ago

Today, waking up was a battle, I could barely even move. With my eyes nearly glued together and my lips dry and cracked, I finally had the power to peel my eyes open and see where I was. The blinding white lights on the ceiling startled me and my heart began to race, cords were attached to my body and I felt trapped. On this plastic hospital bed, I feel motionless and cold. Suddenly a gentle almost whisper blurred beside me.

"Hello Effy, how are you feeling sweetheart?" The random, unknown voice whispered, my eyes were still a bit blurry but after a few seconds, they adjusted and my sight became clear. Standing beside me on the hospital bed, stood a lady with a peachy round face and squinting brown eyes. Her dark read hair sat in a tight bun and her lips where curled into a small promising smile.

"Okay" I murmured "I guess" moving my fingers slightly as I felt the scratching hospital blanket that lay splayed across my body.

"I know this might be a bit startling and scary for you, but you're okay now, you had a bit of rocky day 2 days ago, you came in very malnourished" she explained to me, her eyebrows furrowed in a sad expression the whole way through her story. "They've found a spot you can stay until you get better, it's The McGuinness Unit, where they treat young adults with your problems"

"I don't have any problems" I said furrowing my eyebrows in annoyance and confusion. I'm totally normal and I'm fine.

Shaking her head at me she gave me a small smile before telling me I'd be moved there in 5 hours. After detaching all the cords that were sunken into my thin white skin, I was taken to the one place that felt like prison to me, but soon became feeling like home.

Three Months Later

"Effy, it's time to wake up"I hear a grumpy voice grumble into my ear. Turning over in my uncomfortable bed I groaned in annoyance as the sheets were ripped off of me and I was left in the cold.

"Beckyyy" I echoed into my pillow, my brain trying to catch up with my awaken state. After being left on my cold bed for 5 minutes, I chose to get up, struggling to crawl to the end of my bed to get my slippers. Here at the clinic, every patient is woken up at 7:30 am to have breakfast and start the day. I shuffled in my 2 sizes too big slippers as I made my way to break fast. Slumping down across from Becky with slices of apple on my tray, she looked oddly happy to see me.