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Skinny Love
Chapter Fourteen
For the next two weeks life was horrible. I wouldn't sleep, so they put me on medication. I wouldn't get dressed, so they left me in sweatpants and my brother's sweatshirt. I wouldn't talk, so they made me write. I wouldn't eat, so they forced food down my throat twice a day.
As far as I know, I am a lost cause to them. I can see and hear them becoming frustrated with me, but they tried not to.
It was Thursday, and I was tired of it all. I was alone on the inside and I didn't want to be. George hasn't called me neither has Tommy, but I guess it was my fault. They were right though. I went crazy.
After Tommy left I lost it all. I ripped the bedsheets off and threw them across the room. I flipped the chair that Tommy sat in, there was a vase ful of fresh flowers on a table that I threw into the wall. Shards of the glass flew back at me, digging into my flesh on myface, legs, and feet. I fell into the glass pile, feeling each shard griping its way through my skin.
My fingers grabbed my hair and I began pulling and screaming. Everythingj ust seemed to blur and nothing made sense. I dug my nails into my scalp, and felt the blood oozing into my fingers. Tears flowed down my face burning the cuts on my face.
Somebody help me.
As far as I know, I am a lost cause to them. I can see and hear them becoming frustrated with me, but they tried not to.
It was Thursday, and I was tired of it all. I was alone on the inside and I didn't want to be. George hasn't called me neither has Tommy, but I guess it was my fault. They were right though. I went crazy.
After Tommy left I lost it all. I ripped the bedsheets off and threw them across the room. I flipped the chair that Tommy sat in, there was a vase ful of fresh flowers on a table that I threw into the wall. Shards of the glass flew back at me, digging into my flesh on myface, legs, and feet. I fell into the glass pile, feeling each shard griping its way through my skin.
My fingers grabbed my hair and I began pulling and screaming. Everythingj ust seemed to blur and nothing made sense. I dug my nails into my scalp, and felt the blood oozing into my fingers. Tears flowed down my face burning the cuts on my face.
Somebody help me.
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