Status: completed -- 01/22/2013
Hello, Disorder
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Ana stayed for a little while longer, until she felt sleepy enough to drift into dreamland right there. She wanted to be in her own scratchy coffin. Coffins weren’t made for sharing. She gave Bee a kiss on the cheek and wafted out.
Bee sat in frozen silence for a few moments; she was freezing. The cold stuck itself under her skin, her bones, until she shivered. It was always cold in dangerland.
Just then, a nurse walked in, dressed in Mickey Mouse scrubs, a plastic Barbie smile on her face. She carried a small tray of food. An apple (80), a small omelet (???), hash browns (???), and a carton of orange juice (???). The carton had a dent on the side.
“Room service is for free when you get here,” she said, trying to be comical. The skeleton in the bed didn’t laugh. Skeletons didn’t laugh anyways; they groaned and moaned. Maybe laughing could burn some extra calories. She didn’t know. Bee was quiet. “Food will be served in the cafeteria from now on.”
Bee made sure to smile and nod.
The nurse left the tray dangerously close to Bee. She wanted to knock the tray over to the ground or pretend to eat some and puke or just leave it there and let the smells torture her. She stared at the happy fat kids on the orange juice carton. It screamed in bold letters: GREAT SOURCE OF VITAMIN C!
The itchy-scratchy voices in Bee’s head began to scream: stupid whore don’t eat it you’re gross don’t eat don’t eat don’t eat ever you don’t deserve it die die die fat whore.
Bee went with the first option; she knocked the tray over. It hit the cheap tile floor with the crack. The plastic utensils fell, the omelet plopped and the orange juice exploded. Bee thought that the plastic utensils could be a suicide hazard.
She fell asleep to the orange juice leaking on the floor.
Bee sat in frozen silence for a few moments; she was freezing. The cold stuck itself under her skin, her bones, until she shivered. It was always cold in dangerland.
Just then, a nurse walked in, dressed in Mickey Mouse scrubs, a plastic Barbie smile on her face. She carried a small tray of food. An apple (80), a small omelet (???), hash browns (???), and a carton of orange juice (???). The carton had a dent on the side.
“Room service is for free when you get here,” she said, trying to be comical. The skeleton in the bed didn’t laugh. Skeletons didn’t laugh anyways; they groaned and moaned. Maybe laughing could burn some extra calories. She didn’t know. Bee was quiet. “Food will be served in the cafeteria from now on.”
Bee made sure to smile and nod.
The nurse left the tray dangerously close to Bee. She wanted to knock the tray over to the ground or pretend to eat some and puke or just leave it there and let the smells torture her. She stared at the happy fat kids on the orange juice carton. It screamed in bold letters: GREAT SOURCE OF VITAMIN C!
The itchy-scratchy voices in Bee’s head began to scream: stupid whore don’t eat it you’re gross don’t eat don’t eat don’t eat ever you don’t deserve it die die die fat whore.
Bee went with the first option; she knocked the tray over. It hit the cheap tile floor with the crack. The plastic utensils fell, the omelet plopped and the orange juice exploded. Bee thought that the plastic utensils could be a suicide hazard.
She fell asleep to the orange juice leaking on the floor.
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