@EurmalEye
Thanks for understanding. You have no idea how excited I am to read these posts. I've practically started pacing.
Thanks for understanding. You have no idea how excited I am to read these posts. I've practically started pacing.
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Well I just did a bad thing that I don't understand. Anyways it happened and I apologize for it. Hope it didn't disturb anyone
(~so sorry~)
@AimeChambers
Yeah, I considered putting the father thing in her CS but I had already uploaded it. In my next post I'll make sure she takes her meds before she does anything else. And I'll edit cafeteria to dining room
Yeah, I considered putting the father thing in her CS but I had already uploaded it. In my next post I'll make sure she takes her meds before she does anything else. And I'll edit cafeteria to dining room
Calla woke up, and immediately began screaming. She still had the IV hooked up to her, she was still on those thin little mattresses that made her bones ache in the morning. Her father was still gone. She had been dreaming of the simpler times when all she needed to worry about was pleasing him, and she had loved it. It was like floating on air in the dream, now she felt heavy. She had been regaining weighty lately, which made her want to tear out the thin, unhealthy strands of hair she had left. She was at an even ninety pounds now, and everyday she felt more energized. It was unbearable, she couldn't stand it anymore. The more energy she had the more she had to think about her poor innocent father wasting away in a dull gray prison cell. She continued to scream until the nurses came, and by then her throat was raw. "Please let me out! Please stop giving me the IV, it's torture! I'm so fat and giving me this makes me unhealthy! Please stop please!" She sobbed and smacked their hands away when they tried to help her out of bed.
Gathering herself, she wiped away the tears with a shaky hand. She went to her small wardrobe and selected an outfit while a nurse waited outside for her, she got dressed and gathered her thinning hair into her hand. She put it into an updo with a few small pieces framing her face. She had gotten to fat ever since she had come here. She remembered being heavy with the IV fluids from her incident at the hospital, and since then the same heaviness had been torturing her throughout her days here. They wouldn't relent, she tried making deals with them but they would never listen. She wanted to run away, but if she went back home her mother would send her right back. The only person who understood her was her father, and he was gone. She had to go visit him, they could build a life together. The therapist tried to tell her how wrong she was, how her father had never really loved her. Calla knew that was completely idiotic, of course her father loved her, or he wouldn't have come to her room late at night. Her heart throbbed as she remembered his caresses. The nurse knocking on the door was what knocked her out of her trance. She straightened her sweats and stepped outside, rubbing her stomach and groaning.
"Nurse, my stomach is upset. I can't eat today or I'll throw up. It's probably the IV, you really should take me off of those. Can I please go sit down in the common room? Please? I'll eat a bit of toast of you let me. You know I hate the cafeteria." She put her hands together shook them in a pleading motion. The nurse simply shook her head, "Calla lying isn't good for you. I know for a fact that the IV's aren't doing anything bad to you, you already have some new pep in your step." She took Calla's hand and gently led her towards the cafeteria, she made sure they took their time and told Calla reassuring things. "No nurse you don't understand! I'm so fat now, look at my belly it's huge! Please let me see the therapist. He'll tell you the same thing!" Calla pulled away from the nurse, but although her grip was light she still had a hard time doing so. The nurse shook her head and grabbed Calla's wrist, squeezing a little bit tighter. Calla was too exhausted to fight back, until she smelled the food. They were getting close to the dining room, and Calla froze.
"No. No no no. You can't do this to me! You can't do this to me! I won't let you!" it was the same tantrum she threw everyday. She knew what would happen, they would give her a small dose of something that would make her tired, then they would spoon feed her. That was what happened her first day. She knew not to struggle too badly, or else that would happen again. So when the Nurse gave her arm a small tug, she forced her mouth shut. She held her breath and closed her eyes, though there was a small trail of tears streaming from them. This was where they made her eat, they forced her to eat even though she begged them not to. They gave her a whole plate and a nurse was always close by so she couldn't pawn it off on another kid. She opened her eyes once, glanced at the other kids, and shut them again. One of them had their feet on the table, he was a handsome boy that Calla would have flirted with before. There were also a bunch of girls, but she didn't think any of them were very spectacular. She was standing next to one girl, and there was another girl in front of her. They were greeting each other, so the nurse had to push past them politely. She made Calla take a seat and the table next to the boy with his feet up. She took quick breaths through her mouth so she wouldn't have to smell the food as much. She fidgeted and shook, unaware of how embarrassing she must've looked.
Gathering herself, she wiped away the tears with a shaky hand. She went to her small wardrobe and selected an outfit while a nurse waited outside for her, she got dressed and gathered her thinning hair into her hand. She put it into an updo with a few small pieces framing her face. She had gotten to fat ever since she had come here. She remembered being heavy with the IV fluids from her incident at the hospital, and since then the same heaviness had been torturing her throughout her days here. They wouldn't relent, she tried making deals with them but they would never listen. She wanted to run away, but if she went back home her mother would send her right back. The only person who understood her was her father, and he was gone. She had to go visit him, they could build a life together. The therapist tried to tell her how wrong she was, how her father had never really loved her. Calla knew that was completely idiotic, of course her father loved her, or he wouldn't have come to her room late at night. Her heart throbbed as she remembered his caresses. The nurse knocking on the door was what knocked her out of her trance. She straightened her sweats and stepped outside, rubbing her stomach and groaning.
"Nurse, my stomach is upset. I can't eat today or I'll throw up. It's probably the IV, you really should take me off of those. Can I please go sit down in the common room? Please? I'll eat a bit of toast of you let me. You know I hate the cafeteria." She put her hands together shook them in a pleading motion. The nurse simply shook her head, "Calla lying isn't good for you. I know for a fact that the IV's aren't doing anything bad to you, you already have some new pep in your step." She took Calla's hand and gently led her towards the cafeteria, she made sure they took their time and told Calla reassuring things. "No nurse you don't understand! I'm so fat now, look at my belly it's huge! Please let me see the therapist. He'll tell you the same thing!" Calla pulled away from the nurse, but although her grip was light she still had a hard time doing so. The nurse shook her head and grabbed Calla's wrist, squeezing a little bit tighter. Calla was too exhausted to fight back, until she smelled the food. They were getting close to the dining room, and Calla froze.
"No. No no no. You can't do this to me! You can't do this to me! I won't let you!" it was the same tantrum she threw everyday. She knew what would happen, they would give her a small dose of something that would make her tired, then they would spoon feed her. That was what happened her first day. She knew not to struggle too badly, or else that would happen again. So when the Nurse gave her arm a small tug, she forced her mouth shut. She held her breath and closed her eyes, though there was a small trail of tears streaming from them. This was where they made her eat, they forced her to eat even though she begged them not to. They gave her a whole plate and a nurse was always close by so she couldn't pawn it off on another kid. She opened her eyes once, glanced at the other kids, and shut them again. One of them had their feet on the table, he was a handsome boy that Calla would have flirted with before. There were also a bunch of girls, but she didn't think any of them were very spectacular. She was standing next to one girl, and there was another girl in front of her. They were greeting each other, so the nurse had to push past them politely. She made Calla take a seat and the table next to the boy with his feet up. She took quick breaths through her mouth so she wouldn't have to smell the food as much. She fidgeted and shook, unaware of how embarrassing she must've looked.
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