The soccer boy❤️⚽️

Withdraw.

Riley: I feel sick.

Doctor: that's normal, your body was deprived of food for over 48 hours. Then you just got all that "food" in your IV. When the body has something it hasn't had in a long time, it tries to adjust.

Mattia rubs my back softly, trying to comfort me.

Mattia: hey, your tensing up.

He gently massages my shoulders trying to get me to calm down. It working a bit ngl.

Doctor: Riley...we fear your symptoms are the beginning of Bulimia.

I went cold. That's all I remember. The feeling. Everyone's voice faded out, and I felt cold just hit my skin. I felt hair rise, and goosebumps form. I had never felt anything like this before. I stayed that way for a good 40 seconds. Until I heard a faint sound of Mattias voice calling my name.

Mattia: Riley? Riley.

Riley: yeah?

Mattia: where were ya for a second you zoned out.

Riley: oh sorry.

You said rubbing your head as if you had a headache.

Mattia: so I know a little about the disorder because Riley's brother said earlier that he suspected it was, he told me some side effects to having it to but that's about it.

Doctor: well, bulimia is a type of eating disorder. It means the host (Riley) essentially pukes up anything she eats out of choice. She makes herself throw up, which causes the food to leave her digestive system. It had nothing to feed on, making her weak which is is probably why it's so hard for her to walk straight. She should have eye bags.

Riley: I wore concealer.

You said looking down. Embarrassed. They both looked at you.

Riley: to hide it....

The doctor nods her head and mattia looks frowns.

Doctor: The eye bags are from her lack of energy, she gets tired quickly, but she probably couldn't sleep whenever so she was tired a lot.

Riley: Yes, always tired. Like I couldn't keep my eyes open but, I did. Some how , I did. I would be sitting at the games a lot because of how much it took out of me to stand.

Doctor: I see. Well these are just the early symptoms. With treatment you should be rid of it sooner because we caught it early. Just know though, you do have an eating disorder.

Those words hit like a ton of bricks. You didn't know how to react to that. You had never heard anything serious like that since the 8th grade. When the busted you for drugs, alcohol, and smoking. They said that you were gonna end up in jail, with some kind of disease from smoking, or ODing. You left the room with Mattia and went back to your room. You sat on the bed and layed down.

Mattia: Well at least you get your IV taken off it a little.

Riley: I want it off now.

Mattia: you'll have to wait.

Riley: no

Mattia: Riley please don't blow this, your gonna leave in an hour. You'll be free. Don't ruin it.

You stared at your wrists for a while. When something emerged inside of you. Something so strong you couldn't control it. You went for your wrists and ripped one out. You screamed in pain.

Mattia: Riley!!! Nurse we need help!!!!

Mattia grabbed both my hands to keep me from doing anything else. It wasn't going to stop me though. I wanted out. I got up, still in Mattias grasp, and tried running out the door. Screaming and kicking.

Riley: OUT! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!

Mattia: RILEY CALM DOWN YOUR OKAY?!

Nurse: SECURITY!

Mattia: what!?? No! She's okay I promise she just needs to be safe down I need to get her ho-

Nurse: I'm sorry but this has to be handled.

Mattia: handled?!?!! It can be, just not like this!!!

Two men in white scrubs came into the room and ripped me out of his hands. I fell to the floor, screaming and kicking, trying to reach the door by myself, to run out. The both grabbed ahold of my arms and carried my out of the room while doctors kept Mattia from coming after me. I was crying and screaming.

Riley: NO. OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT.

They practically dragged me down to a dark empty hall towards a door at the very end of the hall. I pounded my feet against the cold white marble floors as I screamed. Desperate someone would save me. No one did. I heard keys jamble before I was thrown into a room. I slid about a foot, across the floor and whimpered in pain. I look up to see a big metal door with bars on a small window looking out into the hall, close. The room consisted of bright fluorescent lights. A twin mattress at the very corner and a bucket. A fucking bucket. I ran up to the door and grabbed the handles, screaming out into the hall, it was no use. The room was sound proof,  probably to keep people like me from disturbing the other patients. I turned around and leaned against the cold metal door. Sliding down and hitting the cold cement floor. I cried, just cried until my heart hurt...

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