The Self-Harmed

~Welcome home sweet love~

The man at the metal detector took my bag and set it through a belt machine.

"Arms up, spread your legs."

I sighed, but listened.

The man ran a bar over me.

"Clear."

"Really?" I smiled. "Thanks."

"Next." He waved Caden forward.

I got my Suitcase and headed into a Doctor's office. I changed into a paper gown, and set my clothes on my suit case. A doctor came in.

"Hop on the scale please." Her voice was flat.

I Hopped off the bed and jumped on the scale.

"Turn around."

I turned away from the scale and she moved the little squares to weight me.

"How much do I weigh?" I turned to look at the scale.

"Turn around."

Bitch. I turned around and she measured my height.

"Sit on the bed."

I climbed back up. She gave me a normal check up, and then grabbed a pink bottle and a cotton ball from the cabinet. She poured something onto the ball and walked over to me, holding out her hand.

"Are you serious?" I demanded.

"Dead." She nodded once.

I handed over my hand. She took the nail polish off my index finger, and then bent my nail. It bent, but didn't split. She gathered my hair in a pony tail and then looked at her hand after she pulled free. She actually counted the lose hairs, and then dumped them into the trash. She wrote on her clip board.

"Your free to go. Get dressed."

"That's it?" I demanded. "Did I make weight? Am I getting better? Am I dying?"

She gave me a stern look and left the room.

"Asshole." I muttered hopping down.

I changed grabbed my bag and headed down the hall.

"Charlie!"

I grinned. It wasn't the fact that Clara looked like she had gained weight, or her eyes looked alive, that caught my attention, it was the fact that she was running down the hall at a speed no one with Anorexia could. She slammed into me and I dropped my bag.

"Charlie!" She pulled back, her cheeks flush. "Guess what!"

She was dressed in black shorts, flip flops, and a pink tank top.

"What?" I questioned.

"I'm fucking pregnant!"

"What!" I yelled, and yanked her into a hug. "Oh my God!"

"I know!" She pulled back. "Isn't it fucking great!"

"Yeah- Who's the Dad?"

She stopped being excited, and made a face."Who?" I demanded.

"Owen."

"What!"

"Yeah." She looked at me. "Is that wierd?"

"No, it's great!" I pulled her in for a hug, and then backed up touching her stomach. "Hi Baby! I'm Auntie-"

"Charlie! Clara!"
We turned and looked down the hall. Ayelie broke out into a run, and slammed into us.