I'm Not Hungry

Five

Soon enough I'm sleeping again. It's basically a cycle. Go to sleep, wake up, talk to a nurse, go back to sleep. I don't have to feed myself due to the dreaded tube in my nose. It looks really weird going up inside the plastic, like vomit. I have to have it in, though, because I refuse to eat on my own.

In my dream, there's me, back on that beautiful cliff at school. Except this time there's no arms holding me. Just sweet, sweet oblivion.

Once someone finally wakes me up from my peaceful sleep, it's because I have visitors. Fuck my life.

Who is see is the last person I would expect, though. Mariah Carey and some pink haired chick with grey, calculating eyes. Basically an exact copy of the squealer, except instead of blonde hair it's pink. Just my luck.

"Hi! I'm Ivory, remember? I remember you, though! You're Belle, the one who talked back!" Ivory says dramatically. The other girl clears her throat. Ivory spares her a quick, cautioned glance then looks back to me. "And this is-"

"I'm Opal, the better, hotter, smarter, bitchier twin. Nice to meet ya." Opal says, cutting Ivory off. Ivory looks at her, flabbergasted.

"I am so much hotter than you!" She exclaims whole-heartedly.

Opal smirks. "But wouldn't that automatically make me cooler than you?" Ivory merely rolls her eyes and hold up a hand.

"You lie all the time. This is not an exception." Ivory explains flatly.

Opal is still smirking as she hold up her own hand. "And this is how many fucks I don't give." I gently clear my throat, alerting them of my inevitable existence. "Sorry not sorry."

"Anyway, we came here to pick you up. You're being let out!" Ivory explains enthusiastically.

"Let out of hell? Because that is the equivalent to this place." I say seriously. Ivory laughs loudly.

"I definitely like you. And don't even say anything about how that sounded. I don't swing that way." She adds the last part when I open my mouth to comment, but I quickly closed it. I need more comebacks.

"I'm pretty sure I'm hot enough to make you swing that way." I say with a half-smile.

She raises an eyebrow. "I have a boyfriend, ya know."

"You do?" She seems too perky to have a boyfriend. "What's his name then?"

"Facundo." She says, not skipping a beat.

"What the hell kind of name is Fartcoondo?"

"It's Facundo and he's from Uruguay. He's got brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's super nice too. We've only met once, though."

"That's nothing compared to my boyfriend." Opal cuts in.

"Who's your boyfriend?" I ask.

"His name is Dylan."

"Wow. It's a name I can actually say." I say giving Ivory a pointed look. "What's he look like?"

"He's got red hair and dreamy green eyes. He's sexy as fuck and has huge muscles. Can I just say yum?" Opal sighs dreamily. "He also has the accent of Niall Horan, so that's a definite plus. I've never met him in person, because I met him online."

I literally face-palm myself. "Please tell me you're not a directioner?" I peek at her through my fingers. She's looking at me with a disgusted look on her face.

"No! That is nasty. Niall is cute though." She admits. "Harry though, he's just disgusting." (Haha Dog_lover5974 )