Vikk's POV
"Com'on Vikk, Time to get up. Breakfast is in ten." Kelly, my nurse, said. I groan, muffling it with the pillow.
"You have ten minutes to get up and dressed. I expect to see you in the dinning hall." She said, sweet but firm. I feel sick already, food is gross.
It's just a pile of calories and fatness. She walks out of my room, leaving me to get dressed. I hate getting dressed in these things.
I knew they had cameras everywhere so no one, mainly the self harmers, do anything they shouldn't be. I quickly slipped on another shirt and a pair of jeans.
I didn't want to go down to the dinning hall. That's where food was, and i didn't like food. It made me feel gross just eating it and about myself.
I picked myself up off of my bed that i had fallen onto, walking out of my room and down to the dinning hall. I had a special meal everyday, not one anyone else had.
If you couldn't tell already, i am anorexic. Or a rexi as some people call it. I had 5 meals a day, all small. I would have this until i could work my way up to 3 full meals daily.
According to my social worker, that won't be anytime soon if i keep finding ways to skip.
"Alright Vikk. It's only a sandwich. You can do this." Kelly encourages me. I look down at it, unsure. I knew if i didn't eat it, they'd force me to.
Either i did it on my own, or they help. I pick it up, looking it over. I hadn't properly eaten for a good day or so, I managed to skip them.
I close my eyes and take a bite. Bite after bite, i eat the sandwich and finally finish it.
"Amazing job, Vikk!" She smiles, taking my plate. I feel sick, full even.
"You have 3 hours to yourself. Oh and Vikk," She starts. I look towards her. "Did i tell you about your new coming roommate?" she asks. My eyes widen, new roommate?
"Well, we don't know his name yet. But he's coming in tonight, the next fewish hours." She nods. I sigh, nodding and heading back to my room.
I liked being alone. It made me feel as if no one watched if i cried, it wouldn't be as bad. No one to judge me then. But it's not like I'll have a say in this one.
I flop down onto my bed and shove my face into the pillow.
-Time Skip-
I wake up to people moving around and talking. I see blurry figures move about the room, one staying stationary inside the doorway.
I yawn and rub the sleep from my eyes. I sit up and see Kelly and someone I've never met.
"Oh sorry to wake you, Vikk." She says,folding her hands together. "This is your new roommate, john doe." She introduces me to him. He looked distant.
He kept his sight to the ground at his shoes, not saying a word. "You can go sit on your bed."She says, placing a hand on his back.
He jumped away from her touch and started to shake slightly. "Sorry hun, you can go lay down." She said. He nods, keeping his gaze steadily on the ground.
He made it to his bed, still shaky. "Try to get to know each other." Kelly said, exiting the room. "So..I'm Vikram Barn. But please call me Vikk." I started.
He kept his mouth shut, not making eye contact. "Um...What's your name?" I asked awkwardly. No reply.
"I'm in here for anorexia and self harm. What about you?" I ask again. He doesn't budge. Not a single bit.
I sigh and pull out a book I've been reading.
-Time Skip-
It's been 2 hours of complete silence. Kelly and a few workers came in to try to get a word out of him.
From what i could hear, he has severe anxiety and a kind of PTSD.
They couldn't get out what his name was. No one could.
"L-La-Lachlan." I hear a mumble.
I sit up in disbelief. "Pardon?" I ask.
"L-Lachlan. M-M-My na-name." He said. My eyes go wide, he just spoke.
"Hey Lachlan." I smile.
"H-Hi V-Vi-Vikk" He replied.
