The Self-Harmed

~Feeling any better yet?~

When I woke up the next morning I felt a little nauseated. I set my fork down and covered my stomach. When I set down my fork all eyes traveled towards it.

"You okay?" Alex asked.

"I'm fine." I looked down. "My stomach hurts."

"Maybe because you're hungry." Offered Owen. "You barely ate any of your food."

"I ate too much." I gave him a small shrug.

"Try to eat a little more." Clara reached for my fork.

"She said she's full." Ryder said lowly but sternly.

Clara dropped the fork and the table went quite.

"You can't force her into eating. If her stomach hurts it hurts. The idea is to get rid of an eating disorder. Not get another one by binge eating." He said a little louder, but still as strong. "At least she's eating."

"It is a start." Alex smiled at me.

I looked back at my plate. I had barley eaten anything, this is true, but I did eat and my stomach hurt. My ribs also hurt from the malnourishment, but this was a part I didn't speak. My arm slowly moved to my ribs right under my boobs.

"That will go away." Clara muttered to me. "After a while."

Since everyone at the table was gaining weight we didn't have to sit with a watcher anymore. Which was a relief on my part because I was starting to get really annoyed with her. Not only was she making Ryder stuff himself, but she was making everyone else stuff themselves, eating disorder or not.

"You okay?" I asked Ayelie.

She nodded chewing her bite slowly pushing her food around on her plate.

"Don't stuff yourself." Clara told her.

"I'm not." She muttered.

"But-"

I tapped Clara with a hand and shook my head when she looked at me. She sighed and took a bite of her carrot stick. How were you supposed to help your friends when you didn't know where the line was drawn. If you could so easily cross that line. Then what? What mess was going to blow up in your face next? 

Who was going to the hospital next? Who wasn't going to come back?