Chapter 8: Wasted Lights

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I gently and slowly slipped back into a calming sleep after the nurses helped me up into my room and lied me down on the bed. I was calm and relaxed until I heard a familiar voice say," Sabrina?" I awoke from the call of my name and looked at the door. I said, "KIM?!?!?!?!" with much shock and surprise. Kim had black hair and was much skinnier than myself. I wanted to be just like her. Perfect body, perfect hair, a boyfriend; she had all of it. Sh was one of my new best friends from my new school. She knew I was starving myself and knew I had a problem. But what she didn't know was that it would go this far.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me slightly concerned.

"I'm here because of what happened in the cafeteria, when I passed out. They still haven't found out my secret. But, why are you here?" I asked her in reply.

"Well, I don't know, I gave up on myself I guess...." she said to me.

"And are you sure they did not find out about your secret? Cause you are in the eating disorder wing. You do know that, don't you?" Kim said to me.

Something inside my gave me butterflies in my stomach. Was it fear, being nervous, worrying, excitement? I did not know.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM IN THE EATING DISORDER WING?"

Yep. I was definitely panicking. As Kim and I discussed this, Kara walked in, shoving Kim aside and coming in with an angry message for me.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SCREAMING LITTLE MISS SKELLY? How do you think you ended up in here? I mean, it was only a matter of time before they found out anyways," Kara said.

That little bitch! She told Nurse Jackson! I knew I had a bad feeling about her!!! And as I thought this to myself, I saw Kim's eyes fill with anger. She was not happy with Kara at the moment. And you do not, I repeat, DO NOT want to get Kim angry.
As Kara rambled on, Kim was about to do something and I knew it would not be good. The next thing I know, Kim is punching Kara straight in the face. I panicked and pressed my call button.

Nurses began swarming the room and that was the last thing I remember of that event.

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