on monday i was checked in to the new hospital, five hours away from my house. my mother said that she would visit every weekend, but the look in my dads eyes proved that she was lying.
on tuesday i felt betrayed. the nurses would ask how i was, and i would answer them with silence. my parents had promised that it would never resort to this, but i suppose adults never really keep their promises.
on wednesday my voice was hoarse, i refused to eat and drink but that didn't stop them from sticking tubes into me. if i wasn't willing to get nutrients into my body, they weren't afraid to force them in.
on thursday i cracked, i flipped the tray of chicken lasagne over and it painted the nurses white uniform red. she got cross, but didn't show it on her face, because she was professional. the doctor sedated me and that was my day over with.
on friday we had group therapy, which was one of the reasons why i didn't want to come to a stupid place like this in the first place. it was just like i imagined, "hi, my name is kennedy and i'm bulimic". i refused to say it so they said it for me.
on saturday we went back to group therapy to collect the canvases we painted. i say we, but i didn't take part in it. i looked at the boys next to me, and the colours on the material matched awfully to what i was wearing yesterday. when he noticed me looking, he turned it away.
on sunday my parents didn't show up.
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