A nurse wakes her up at 6 am to take a blood sample. She put something to numb the area on her arm, took at a needle and it went through her skin, drawing her blood. The girl cringed at the sight of the needle.
The nurse left and grabbed a menu for her so that she can have breakfast. The girl cringed just thinking about eating or even seeing food. The nurse came back with a tiny menu.
"Alright sweetie, pick anyhting off the menu. You have to pick a drink, and some sort of food item." the nurse said sternly.
The girl looked down at the menu. Just looking at the menu made her want to throw up. She scanned the menu looking for the tinniest thing she could find, something with not that many calories. The only thing she could find that wasn't that fattening was cereal, and she hated cereal..
"Dammit." She mumbled. "I will have some um......hashbrowns with ketchup and a cup of tomato juice."
"Alright sweetie, I will be back here soon with your food." The nurse walked off and shut my door behind her. She sat looking up at the ceiling. She is trying so hard not cry.. She hasn't eaten anyhting without throwing it up for months. Tears start to roll down her cheecks. She is afriad. Maybe they wont watch me eat she thought to herself. Maybe i could just throw it away while they arent looking..
"Ugh, that idea is absurd!" She yelled. The words just slipped out. People are staring at her, they wonder what she is talking about.
"Is this girl insane ?"
"What is her problem ?"
"Apparently she belongs here.." These words were coming from all around the area. She was embarrased, the girl ran into a corner of her room and start to cry harder.
"I am not crazy." She thinks to herself.
She sits there crying. Thought treatment is suppose to help me.. with all of these people calling me things it is not helping me what so ever. She thought to herself.
The nurse walked in with a tray of food. To her surprise the food perportions are quite small. The girl walks up to the tiny table that the nurse had put the tray on. By the time she was at the table the nurse had already left the room. She sat down and started to pick at her food. The food smelled wonderful. She took not even a half a bite of food but she was already feeling quessy.
The nurses came by and took everyones trays. All of the girls that were around her age went into a room for group therapy. The room was sorta a beige-white color. 20-30 were put into a big circle. Only about 3/4 of the chairs were filled up. The other girls were either let out or were sick.
A tall girl that looked about 5"8 sat in one of the chairs. She has flawless, porcelain skin. No blemmishes, is the perfect weight, long-wavy blonde hair.
"Hello, i am the group therapst. I am Katie c:." She said.
As soon as group therapy ended she went back to her room. She could not believe that she was the therapist. Normally they are old and not to pretty. Katie looks like a teenager. How is this possibel ?! She thought to herself.
The end of the day finally came. She doesnt wanna be here.. The medicene she has to take has been hidden under her pillow. There is multiple pills there. Maybe this could kill me..... She thought to herself.
