skin and bone ; riverdale ♡

ninety four ♡

The nurse in the chair opposite me studies me as I shift nervously in my seat. Does she know that I'm planning on escaping after this? Where am I even going to go? I can't go home or to Sweet Pea's. I can't call anyone because I don't have a phone. Oh, God. I'm gonna be living on the streets, aren't I?

I'm not built for the streets. I'm poor and probably incapable of defending myself.

"Olivia, are you listening?" The nurse asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry. I'm really tired." I tuck the piece of hair that's escaped from my tight ponytail behind my ear. "What were you saying?"

She smiles sympathetically, closing the file with my name on the front. "Let's save the questions for tomorrow then. I'll be right back." She places my file on the desk in front of her as she gets up and leaves the room.

I glance at the file as the door closes behind her. One quick peek won't hurt, right?

Leaning over the desk, I flick through the file, cringing at the polaroids of me pinned to a page with my weight. God, I look horrible. I slide the full-body one out of the file, tucking it into my bra, before turning to the next page.

Family History.

Great, I'm sure this page is a mess.

Olivia Fawn currently lives with her aunt, and soon-to-be adoptive mother, Alice Cooper (née Smith). Her birth parents are both absent from her life. Olivia's mother, Aspen Fawn (née Smith), has no known history of mental illness. Olivia's father, Andrew Fawn, was diagnosed with EDNOS, and then later diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa.

Wait, what? Dad didn't- Did he? I mean, it would make sense. Dad was always so preoccupied with food. But, if he had an ED, why would he want me to be the same way as him? He never pressured mother about what she ate, or her weight. I just don't get it.

Am I this way because of him?

No. There was nothing wrong with dad. There can't have been. He was fine. He seemed fine.

The sound of footsteps coming back down the hallway makes me slam the file closed, sitting back down in my chair. I give the nurse a small smile as she comes back in. Out of habit, my fingers start playing with the hem of my pale blue dress as I stand up. "Should I just step on the scale?"

"You know I need to search you first." She says, and I freeze. The polaroid in my bra. "But because you have done so well today, I'm going to trust you. I'll also let you keep your dress on. But, if Sister Woodhouse asks, I followed protocol, or I could lose my job."

"Thank you so much."

She weighs me and jots my weight down in the folder, thankfully not noticing the missing polaroid, before letting me go. "Goodnight, Olivia." She calls after me as I shut the door behind me.

I don't reply so that I don't draw any unwanted attention to myself as I sneak down the hallway. 'Left instead of right.' Paige's words repeat in my head as I reach the end of the hallway. A sharp pain hits my chest as I turn left, making me groan out in pain.

Please don't let me get caught. Please don't let me get caught.

Thankfully, no one seems to have heard my over-dramatic groan, so I continue my journey. These bland-ass hallways all look exactly the same. How does anyone know where they're going? It feels like I've been wandering through these dimly lit hallways for hours, even though it's probably only been ten minutes.

"Cheryl!" A distant voice that sounds a lot like Toni's yells.

Why am I hearing things?

The voice at the back of my head slowly fades away, unlike the chest pain that only seems to be getting sharper as I continue to wander. How am I supposed to know which door leads to the basement? They all look pretty much identical.