I braved the lunch room alone. I looked around trying to find a familiar face. There was a nurse sitting at a table blocking the path to the food hall. You have to pass her to get through.
"Bracelet please."
I handed over the bracelet to the nurse who was nice to me. She smiled, took my wrist and put it under a scanner. My face popped up on her computer name with my name and date of birth.
"Thank you Charlie."
"Why aren't you a watcher?" I asked.
"I'm too nice." She sighed, "I hope you don't get Helga. Rules." She pointed.
I looked at a sign. All sleeves must be rolled up. I sighed and yanked up my sleeves. I grabbed food and sat down next to Clara. Ryder sat down on my other side, and Helga, sat on the end of the table.
"Well?" She demanded, with a Russian accent, "Eat."
Caden was the first to brave talking to Helga, when all of us were finally together. She gave him a cold stare, and we all hurried to eat our food to get the hell away from Helga from Hell. I kept glancing at Caden. Maybe we could learn sign language next. Helga was old, and smelled like it. I fought the pressing urge to cover my nose with my shirt. She'd probably smack me anyways for trying to spit my food into my shirt.
She's probaly watching all of the others since they decided to sit with us. Because looking around the room no one was sitting with the ED kids because of all the Food watchers. You couldn't really blame them though. The cold stares from the watchers was enough to scare anyone from eating.
She freed us after checking Clara, Ryder, and My cups for food. Damn, this bitch meant business.
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The Self-Harmed
РазноеCharlie hurts herself. When Her parents find out they send her to a recovery home, which is a school with dorms, Which have Doctors and Nurses crawling around, with sharp tongues and steel eyes with clip boards ready to write down every cut, suicide...
