x - Hey Baby, Can You Bleed Like Me? - x [[One]]

I opened my eyes slowly. I feel groggy and my eye-lids are heavy.
I am in somewhere very...white.
This definitely wasn't my bedroom.
I try to move my sore limbs , turn
my aching head. I lift my upper
body to find that I'm dressed in a
turquoise and white robe. I'm not
wearing any socks. My bra is gone.
I feel a cold ,tingling sensation
on my arms. Raising them onto my
chest , my eyes widen as I see I'm
plugged into a fucking machine.
Needles are inserted into my
thin wrists and the machine has a
little bag filled with a clear
fluid.
"Shit." I try to say, but only to
feel that my throat has dried up
and I feel dehydrated.
I rip the fuckers out of my veins
and storm out of the room.
I'm in a hospital.
Nurses are running around like
chickens with their heads cut off.
They don't seem to notice me;
A tooth-pick thin, 5'9, red-head
just standing there in a hospital
grown. Honestly, it's better this
way.
"MISS AVA." booms a voice.
I pretend not to hear it. I'm from
the mental ward. I can't hear you.
My name isn't Ava Samuels. In
fact, my name is Moe, Moe Lester.
I turn away, maybe if I walk the
other way, the person calling my
name will think they have mistaken
me with someone else. I know why
I'm here. That's why I've got to
get out. I hear footsteps, many ,
many footsteps getting closer,
closer, closing in on me. I feel a
heavy hand on my fragile
shoulder. A person is speaking to
me, but I'm not listening. I'm
convincing myself that I'm from
the mental ward. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't..
"Ava, look at me." I turn and see
a fat nurse staring at me. I know
what she wants, but I don't care.
I'm not staying here. She gazes my
wrists; I ripped the needles out
and blood is spewing out of them,
but I don't notice, it's better
than having a bunch of crap
injected through your blood
stream. The nurse takes my hand
and takes me back to my room; I
can't stop her, I'm too weak
and my muscles don't want to work.
"Your mother has been awfully
worried about you, for a long
time, but it seems to me that
you've been postponing doctors'
appointments for about...two and a
half years hmm?" says Fatty,
sitting me down on the bed. "Of
course, I could understand why,
Ava." OF COURSE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
WHY, BITCH. LOOK AT ME! I'M 16 AND
WEIGH LESS THAN MY 12 YEAR OLD
SISTER. YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW
THESE THINGS? "We'll just put the
needles in a different spot and
try injecting the nutriments again
hmm?" No. No.
Calories + Bullshit = Nutriments.
I shake my head. "No. No we won't."
The nurse smiles at me as if she
deals with 87 pound teens everyday
of her miserable life.
"Do you remember how you got
yourself here, Ava?" she asks. I
shake my head again. But I do
remember, you just don't forget
that kind of thing. You don't
forget that your friends bring you
to a party to have a "good
time" ,only to get past the
drunkard point. You dont forget
that you drink as much as you can
to forget about the trouble of
life, to escape from it all. It
doesn't take a rocket scientist to
figure this one out. The doctors
must have figured out two things
that day;
1. I was way past drunk.
2. I'm an anorexic.
Fatty explains to me, that if I
don't take the nutriments, I won't
live for much longer. She tells me
that most of my organs such as my
stomach have stopped working at
100%.

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"Isn't there an anorexic ward for
this? " dripping with sarcasm ,I
can't help but ask, no matter how
dry my throat is.
"Oh yes, this hospital is mainly
composed of sections to provide
sick people with mental and
physical therapy. We are having an
AA meeting downstairs at the
moment, and there are quite a
few phycologists working here.
It's all a part of the many
departments..." She rambles on
about the different parts of the
building, one floor for the
psychos, another for the cutters
and another for the anorexics and
bullimics . I don't know what else
she's talking about, I close my
eyes and fall asleep. It doesn't
matter to me , I'm not going to
be here for much longer. I'll run
away or, I'll die.







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