December 19th, 2012 - 12:43 AM
I am laying in a hospital bed, needles an other things hooked onto my body. My vision is blurred and all I can see are the doctors and nurses with their white coats and clipboards. I feel lightheaded and dizzy. I am 14 years old now. Actually, 14 years and three days old.
I felt a cold hand on mine. "Belle," they said. It was a nurse. I couldn't speak, so I blinked twice. "How are you feeling?" I just shut my eyes and a single tear escaped.
December 19th, 2012 - 3:16 AM
I woke up and saw a doctor standing over me. "Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"
"Okay," I said. I looked at my arm. The cut going diagonal down my arm was stitched up and bandaged.
"That's good! Your heart rate was very slow so we had to wake you up. Are you hungry?"
I shook my head.
"Belle, you have to eat. When was the last time you ate, and how many calories did you consume?"
"400 calories 2 days ago,"
The doctor told me he wanted to weigh me. I got off the bed and immediately lost my balance. The nurse who was standing in the corner, who I hadn't noticed, ran towards me and caught my arm. She held me and I slowly walked to the scale. I stepped onto it and looked down. The number read 93.2 lbs.
Fat.
The nurse brought me back to the bed and I lied down. I saw the doctor writing something down, and then said something to the nurse.
