Mr Irwin | Ashton Irwin

Nine

I honestly don't really remember most of what happened for the rest of the night. As soon as a man said that he had to get me to hospital, my world froze, my ears stopped listening to the outside world, my body stopped functioning. I can't remember who the man was, I can't even remember what he looks like; only his voice which I couldn't recognise. All I remember was falling into a deep slumber.

I woke up in a completely white room. The nurses and doctors always say that they try to make your stay as nice and pleasant as possible; you know what isn't pleasant? The sunlight beaming through the private room window and making the white walls glow harshly against my sensitive eyes.

Almost instantly, I heard the beeping of the heart monitor. I looked over to beside me and saw the all too familiar machine.

I saw my hair was a dull brown instead of my previous chocolate brown colour. I felt like a different person.

My mum, a man and a guy rushed into the room. My mum instantly rushed up and kissed my forehead. "Baby, we were all so worried about you."

I saw a man and boy, roughly his mid twenties, standing at the door. The man rushed over and also kissed my forehead. I sunk further into the uncomfortable pillow under my head as I pulled away from the man. I groggily said, "Should I know you?"

He looked at me shocked, "What darling?"

"What?" I whimpered. Who was this man? "Why are you calling me 'darling'?"

"I'm your father, Kurt," he said. "What? What's going on?"

"I don't know," I dumbly stated. I looked at the guy with the chocolate brown quiff at the other side of the room, "Are you my friend or something?"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "I'm Ryan... Your brother."

I rubbed my face before puffing out all the remaining oxygen in my lungs. I panicked, "I don't know you. Mum," I turned to her, "Mum, I'm scared."

She pulled me into a hug and whispered into my hair, "We're going to speak to the doctor, okay?"

She pulled away and looked at me. I couldn't read her emotions at all. Her eyes were loving but I couldn't see anything else. They all walked to the door. Before my mum walked out, I asked, "Where's Ross?"

She looked at me sympathetically, "He's still in Miami. Sweetie, you and Ross broke up before we came here." She walked out.

We broke up? Why would we do that? In December, we would've been going out for four years. I love Ross. Why would we break up?

I flipped the bed covers off of me. I swung my legs round so they were dangling off the bed. I looked at them; they were skinny, really skinny.

I stood up on my feet. I walked uncomfortably to the bathroom door. I like having my own private bathroom. I walked in and slammed to door, locking it before walking to the sink.

I rested both my hands on the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was a bag of bones. I gasped as my fingers roamed my face. The hollows of my cheeks were even deeper as my skin clung to my bones. I don't remember being this thin. I remember having a nice, healthy, body shape. Now, I'm scrawny looking.

My eyes weren't the pretty hazel colour anymore, they were completely grey; not even a hint of green or brown, just grey. My lips were a sickly blue colour, like I had been sleeping naked in a freezer. My hair was now a dull, dark brown colour.

I hate the new me.

I walked into my room again and lay in the bed, pulling the covers up again. Then a woman in a doctor's uniform walked in. She looked similar to what I used to look like; beautiful eyes, chocolate hair, red lips and a nice figure.