on monday they gave us fish, and if it weren't for my hatred for food already, the smell would've put me off anyway. it smelt like a a back alley in a crowded town, and not one that was full of restaurants. i didn't eat it, and they didn't make me.
on tuesday they made me eat bread dipped in cheese, and i managed to get out of their grasp and lock myself in the bathroom. i'd already finished before they broke the door down.
on wednesday they punished me, because they had the authority to do so. when i reminded them of the large check from my parents, they upped the voltage. because i have a mental disorder by wanting to throw my food up, so maybe the electroshock system will fry some sense into me.
on thursday i thought of the green eyed boy, and what his name could be. elijah? noah? it seemed like he didn't suit any of the names i picked out.
on friday we went to group therapy again, and i payed attention this time, but only to catch the name of the green eyed boy. harry. it seemed only fitting. he stumbled upon his words, like speaking to him was the equivalent of bambi learning to walk on ice. he was cute.
on saturday i spoke to another girl, she was called jade and she had pretty brown eyes and blue hair that was coming through a dark brown at the roots. she made me realise that thinking about harry was pointless, because my competition will always be large.
on sunday i was allowed to stay in bed all day, which seemed like a nice idea until my thoughts were swarmed once again. only this time, the sound of the boys voice brought me out of them. they need to give me stronger medication.
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