Unforgivable

Q And A (pt.2)

I have been sitting here for two hours waiting for them to come and scream at me, slap me some, maybe even kill me. Mark hasn't left the room at all. When my food comes he doesn't take it. He isn't talking to me. Sarah hasn't come in the room. The nurse that comes in my room watches me eat and once I take 4 bites she leaves. They won't let me go to the bathroom alone. I feel so useless here. Every time I try to leave the room, I get yelled at, "You need to stay in bed," they'd say, "your to weak, " which only makes me feel 10 times worse.

Mark walked over to a seat in the corner. I looked down at my hands scarred, tired, and useless. I looked over at a couple outside, they were hugging. The girl was crying, the guy was almost in tears. He held her as she sobbed and he kissed her forehead carefully. It wasn't a peck, it was a caring, passionate kiss.

The girl had stopped crying and the guy helped her walk away from my line of vision. That's for the best anyway, I don't want to start crying, I'm a guy, I'm supposed to be manly, right? I looked back down at my hands wondering if I would ever have someone like the woman has. I thought for a moment, then Marks' voice broke the silence, along with my concentration.

"The doctor says that you should be able to leave in a couple days, you know if you keep eating right," he said sadly. What could he be sad about, I thought. "Did you know it was wrong?" he asked. Sounding like he regretted even thinking the question. I had a clueless look on my face making him laugh a bit but he went back to his serious face. "Your eating disorder, you don't have to take it as far as you do," he said finally, with anger.

I looked at him confused. Not with what he meant but why he was sad. I thought back to everything he's done. Looking around the room and hall, seeing it nearly empty, I opened my mouth.

"I have no one else so when someone says 'lose weight' or 'your fat' I take it literally, let's just say I don't have a shoulder," my voice was dry and scratchy but when I was done he looked so happy.

"You talk?" he said.

"Yes, I talk," I said laughing a bit. He looked at me then at the door.

"Those guys-" he started.

"Those guys are abusive jerks that deserve whatever comes at them," Sarah said angrily. She walked in and sat on a nearby chair. Mark and I stayed silent. Eventually, Sarah got called away and had to go.

"Is it bad that I hate her?" he said sighing with relief. I looked around the hall and the room. She left her phone. I pointed at it and he ran it to her.

When he re-entered the room he was tired and asked his question again, "No," I said laughing. We laughed together for a little while.

"What did you do to those guys?" he asked.

"I don't know,"

"Who are they?"

"Damain, Simon, and Luke,"

"God even their names sound brutal," we laughed again and Sarah walked into the room with a notepad. Here we go.