Skinny

Chapter 13

Everything was out: the food, my frustrations, and the memories. Everything. I leaned back away from the toilet bowl then flushed it. Taking a deep breath, I practically froze when I heard something coming from the stall next to me. My eyes wandered to the bottom and noticed two feet and a few blood spatters on the ground. At first I was freaking out about myself. This person had heard me throwing up my food. They were probably going to rat me out, and I couldn’t have that.

            But then my eyes quickly darted back to the blood on the ground and I began to worry. I gently knocked on the side of the stall that separated us. “H-Hey, are you okay?” I stuttered, hoping to get a reply.

            I heard shuffling but couldn’t recognize the sound. It sounded as if they were putting something away. “Yeah, I’m fine, are you?” Her voice was raspy as if she had been crying.

            “Yeah.” I said softly and stood up.

            Leaving the stall, I stood in front of hers and bit my lip. “Um, I think people are looking for me, so I think maybe you should leave. You know, just incase?” I suggested.

            I didn’t want to get this girl in trouble, but I also felt bad about what she was doing. The blood on the ground was still plastered in my mind as she opened the stall door. Her long brown hair trailed down to her waist in beach curls. Her green eye’s seemed to pop, but we’re tinted with sadness. I noticed she was wearing a long sleeved shirt and blue skinny jeans.

            “Did you um, hurt yourself?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

            The look on her face showed a lot of pain, as if I had witnessed something so terrible. It was her secret, and now I knew. She seemed to be thinking of a response while she fidgeting with her sleeves. My guess was there were many scars there that held some terrible memories. When she didn’t reply, I tried my best to smile at her, showing her it was okay.

            “I don’t judge. Everyone has battle scars, yours show in a different way. But if you ever need anyone to talk to, my name’s Kylie.” I said, holding my hand out.

            The girl gave me a weak smile, but it was still something as she shook my hand. “I’m Cecelia, but you can call me Cece.” She told me.

            “It’s nice to meet you, but like I said, I probably have people looking for me, so you might wanna get out of here.” I told her.

            She laughed a little. “I’m in the same boat as you right now, so I guess we’ll go down together. And by the way, the same goes for you. I’m here if you need to talk.”

            I wasn’t able to reply before two nurses burst through the door. When they saw Cece and I, they froze in their tracks and took over our appearances. “Cece, can you come with me please? Dr. Hall would like to speak to you.” The blond nurse said, motioning towards the girl.

            Cece turned to me before following her out the door. “Good luck.” She told me, and then was out of sight.

            The other nurse then gestured for me to follow her and I let out a heavy sigh before exiting the bathroom. We started headed in the direction of Dr. Reynolds office, and I knew where this was going. My stomach started to do flips. I didn’t want to talk to him about what had just happened; I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it. I had just seen him not too long ago, why would he feel the need to see me again? If it was because of what I had done, couldn’t it wait until the next time we were schedules to talk?