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I don't know how long I've been in here. All I know is this: solitary confinement is fucking boring. What's worse is that there's a camera in here. They can watch my every move. I thought about giving whoever is watching me the finger, but I don't wanna extend my time in this place. I want out. One thing I'm satisfied about is that I got to punch Bob in his stupid face. The fucker deserved it. I hope it leaves a mark.

A tray of food slipped through a tiny door within the whole actual door. I didn't even look at it. I'm not eating, and that's final. I don't care what it is. All I care about right now is getting out of here and seeing Frank. I wanna give him a big hug and tell him everything's okay and chase away whatever was frightening him earlier. I swear, this boy will be the death of me one day.

To pass time, I could take a little nap. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. How else was I supposed to pass time here in this hell hole? I laid down on the floor and curled up in a ball, closing my eyes. Thankfully, it wasn't long before I slipped into unconsciousness. Thank god for sleep.

_ _ _

"Okay, Gerard. You can come out now," said Joshua, waking me up. I immediately sprang up to my feet and jolted out of the room, but was stopped when Joshua grabbed hold of my shoulder. Ugh. What could he possibly want?

"Hold on, Gerard. We gotta take you somewhere," he said. It was at that moment that I felt my stomach growl loudly. I suddenly realized how tired and sluggish I felt. I was that malnourished. I think maybe would be a good time to put something small in my stomach to shut it up. I'll do that when Joshua is done with whatever he wants from me. We walked down the hall together and stopped in front of what I could only guess is the infirmary. Beyond the door awaited a few more attendees and Hayley, who was next to a crude device with a long plastic tube connected to it.

"Sit down, Gerard," said Joshua. I did so, sitting down on a plastic chair. If only I had my notebook to ask what's going on.

"You do realize that you haven't been eating anything, right?" asked Hayley. I nodded. "Because of this, we're going to have to force-feed you Ensure. You are very thin and malnourished,"

Oh, hell no! Are you fucking kidding me? Is that what the tube is for? There's no way they're sticking a tube in me! I won't allow it.

I shook my head violently. I'm not gonna let them do anything to me. However, I know that if I resist, there's a good chance they'll put me back in solitary confinement. I just can't win, can I? I guess I really don't have a choice...

"Gerard, you have to. You haven't eaten anything since you got here. We can't let you starve yourself. If you refuse, you're going back into solitary confinement," Hayley said in a warning tone. I sighed deeply, crossing my arms. I really don't want to go back to that small padded room, but if I let myself get force-fed, I'll be getting fatter. Lindsey would be disappointed in me. I really, really don't have a choice, do I...?

I sighed again, unfolding my arms. I waved at Hayley, letting her do what she needs to do. Hayley grabbed the tube and began to insert it into my nose, making me gag a bit. After that, she pressed a few buttons on the machine, and it began to put a white liquid into me. I gagged some more. This went on for a few more minutes until the machine stopped. I swear I could feel the liquid digest into my stomach, making me fatter. If only they didn't give me so much of it...

"All done," Hayley said. "You gotta promise me that you'll eat more. I'd really hate to do this to you again,"

Yeah, sure you wouldn't...

I got up from my seat and stormed out of the infirmary, running down the hall and straight into my room. I slammed the door and landed on my bed, letting the tears fall from my eyes. Why does everyone tell me I'm skinny? Whenever I look in the mirror, I see how fat I am. It's just not fair. I wish Frank was here to comfort me. I miss him so much. I hope he's not alone and suffering in solitary confinement. I want him to be right here with me and--

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