Yellow POV
Stupid mom, I don't need to get "better" I just need to get thinner. Can no one else see how overweight I am? Whatever, they're probably all just pretending not to, to make me feel better.

"And this is your room, dear," the nurse stops speaking, not that I've been listening. She's gesturing to the door in front of me, which she opens and motions for me to go inside. "Blue, this is your new roommate, Yellow, please try to be civil," the nurse is speaking again, but I'm not paying attention, I'm too wrapped up in starting at the girl in front of me. Her eyes are a piercing ice blue, and her shoulder length hair is a really pretty chocolate brown. "I'll be leaving then. Yellow, if you need anything, please let me know." I nod, still not really listening, and go to sit down on the bed across from the "Blue" girl.

The bed is fairly soft, with a jade green blanket and plain white sheets. Nothing special. I lie down, letting myself zone out for a few seconds, hoping that I might burn a few calories by thinking hard enough.

"Hey kid," the girl pipes up, and I turn over to face her. "Go eat something; you look like you're dying." Her expression is firm, eyes frighteningly serious and a frown etched onto her face.

Just like everyone else…

I nod and get up, no real intention of getting food, it'd just erase all the progress I've made. I stumble towards the door, lightheaded and tired from my lack of sleep.

I wonder if she can tell I'm lying. I wonder if she even knows why I am here. I wonder if I'll get any sleep tonight…

I turn another corner, not sure where I'm going, not sure I really care. As long as there are no mirrors or food, I should be a-okay. Eventually I find a secluded corner by a window, where I can see the rain falling steadily, like it has been all week. I sit there for a while, zoning out, just thinking, until a pair of navy converse high-tops enter my field of vision.

"Liar," I look up and see Blue, her eyes angry, with a hint of something else I can't quite make out. I smile up at her, nodding.

What did she expect?

I'm suddenly on my feet, losing my balance slightly as I'm dragged in what I'm assuming is the direction of the cafeteria. My head is spinning, running a marathon around an entire racing stadium two times over, and nothing comes back into focus until a plate of spaghetti is placed in front of me, and a very ticked looking Blue sits across from me. "Eat," she growls harshly.

I look up at her, trying to convey somehow that I really can't eat; just the thought of it is giving me the overwhelming urge to run away. I look at her eyes again, something about them just intrigues me, and this time all I see in them is... sympathy? Nah, probably not.

"Now Yellow." I flinch as she says this, trying not to whimper. Why did Mom think this was a good idea?

"I can't," I surprise myself with how pathetic my voice sounds, not having used it in a while. I can feel Blue's eyes on me, probably looking at me with disgust as I keep my head down, too afraid to look up.

"Say ah," she says after a few seconds of silence, and I finally look up at her, only to get a forkful of spaghetti shoveled into my mouth. I blink in surprise, almost spitting it back out but somehow managing to chew and swallow it, despite how sick it's making me feel. Trying to catch my breath, I sigh and try to relax a little, my shoulders still unbearably tense. She holds another forkful up to my mouth and I look down guiltily before hesitantly looking at her eyes again. They seem to be hiding a smile as she shoves the fork into my mouth again, practically force-feeding me. They've certainly softened since I last looked at them; they seem almost kind now, like I could trust them.

"I-I don't think I can eat anymore," I murmur weakly, a combination of feeling full and feeling sick from all the calories that just got forced into me rendering me unable to eat more. Blue looks a little disappointed, but otherwise nods, putting the fork back down and telling me to stay here while she goes to get something. As always, I let my thoughts wander until they come to such a blank I can't even remember where I am. Someone's hand touches my shoulder and I immediately squeak and flinch away, the touch too similar to Hers.

"It's just me," Blue's voice makes a chip in the wall of fear I had just built up, allowing me to relax. Letting out a shaky sigh, I open my eyes, getting up to follow her out.

"That's good," I murmur to myself, memories of Her plaguing my sleep-deprived brain, forcing me to remember all those years I spent hurting myself.

"Go to sleep," Blue sighs, snapping me out of my reverie. When did we get back to our room? When did I change? "Now Yellow."

I nod, curling into a ball and praying I won't have any nightmares tonight.

Who am I kidding, of course I'll have nightmares…

A hand on my shoulder, gripping tightly, the person's nails digging into my arm so much that blood is pouring from the wounds. They shake me, and shake and shake until I can't think anymore.

"Yellow! Yellow!" voices echo all around me, different pitches, some in entirely different languages. "Fatty! Fatty!" voices everywhere, screaming at me, it hurts.

Hands on my shoulders, her hands to be precise, the nails digging in so much blood is leaking steadily from the cuts. "Yellow's a fatty! Yellow's a fatty!"

I feel like screaming, feel like slamming my hands over my ears and just laying here for the rest of my life, wherever here is.

"Yellow, honey, why can't you just die?"

My eyes fly open and I try to contain a whimper, my mind still dwelling in my nightmare. My breathing is erratic, my face is dripping with sweat, my heart is beating painfully fast and I still feel sick from eating. I turn over as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Her, since She's probably still in the bed next to mine. The room is distorting, warping and spinning as I try to be silent, try not to sob.

"It's alright," I whisper to myself quietly, closing my eyes. "You're fine." Sometimes I wish someone else would say that to me, I wish someone could hold me and stroke my hair while they whisper comforting words to me.

But that'll never happen, I don't deserve it anyways.

I snap back to reality when I hear a groan come from the other side of the room, sitting bolt upright and praying She won't wake up and hurt me again. But with my luck, she slowly rises looking over to me. My body freezes, shoulders tensing and heart beating faster than normal, causing me to silently hyperventilate and bite my tongue to prevent any sobs from escaping my throat, severely hoping She'll go back to sleep. She doesn't. She stands and looks down at me, dull gray eyes boring into me, long faded burgundy hair falling just past her shoulders.

"Breathe," I open my eyes, not even remembering when I closed them, and in front of me is Blue, her face centimeters away from mine. "Now Yellow."

I shakily take in a breath, my lungs burning, apparently devoid of oxygen. I let it out, closing my eyes again in an attempt to calm myself down.

"Keep going," she frowns, placing a hand on my shoulder, causing me to flinch again. She quickly takes it off, giving me an apologetic look before letting her hand fall back onto my messed up blankets. I take in another breath, letting it out with a shiver. "One of the doctors will be here in a minute with medicine," she explains slowly, getting back up. "Try to calm down a little more before they come in, otherwise they might take you to the quiet room." I nod in response, shivering some more as I look around for the suit case that my mom apparently dropped off here. Before I can even think about getting up, the door bursts open and in comes a doctor. He's holding a tray, with a needle and a couple of bottles.

"Blue, come get your… medicine," he looks to the side almost guiltily. In the span of a few seconds, she has the needled jabbed into her forearm, and eerie grin plastered onto her face. She giggles as she takes it out, running her sleeve over her clouded eyes and grinning again.

"More?" she chuckles, looking like an excited puppy.

"No, that's all you're getting until tonight," he frowns, walking over to me. He stops once he looks at my face, his eyebrows furrowing. "Would you come with me for a moment?" he smiles, and obviously fake smile, taking my arm. My skin crawls, causing my shaking to worsen. His grip tightens as he forcefully drags my overweight body out the door and into the hall. I look back to Blue, hoping she'll come help me, no matter how idiotic I am. She's standing in the doorway, guilty frown replacing the mad grin, her now much clearer eyes lock onto mine and she seems to be trying to apologize.

The man takes me down several corners and turns, until we're in front of two double doors labeled "Quiet Room." A girl, who looks around Blue's age, sits next to the door, her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Sapphire," the man sighs "you shouldn't be waiting here; she won't be out for a while. You know what happened to her, you caused it after all." What are they talking about?

"I don't care," she growls, her voice moderately deep as she flips her middle finger up "I'm not leaving without Hikari."

"Do what you wish, but at least go eat breakfast," he shrugs.

The girl rolls her eyes, and the doctor ignores her, shoving me inside. He takes me to another room, with entirely white walls. "I'll come to get you a little later dear, just sit down for a moment."

I nod, something I do a lot, and sit down in the corner, pulling my knees up to my chest. I look up when I hear the click of the door closing and clunk of a lock, shocked and scared I simply hug my knees closer and let loose a sob. My lungs start burning as I let myself sob for god only knows how long, getting rid of anything I've held in for the past few hours. My stomach growls painfully as I let my body go limp and fall onto the floor, breathing heavily.

"Are you ready to go now?" the voice of the doctor from earlier drifts into the room, and I look up at him from my position on the floor, nodding vigorously. We both walk back out into the hall, where the girl is still huddled. She looks up at me, still worried about her friend most likely.

The doctor lets me go on my own, and I shakily walk back to my room, feeling oddly lightheaded. Once I get there, my breathing has almost returned to normal but I still feel like I'm gonna pass out any second now. Before I can even reach for the doorknob, the door swings open, revealing the worried face of Blue, her eyes fully clear, and as always, frighteningly sharp.

"Yellow?" she asks quietly "are you alright?" She takes a step closer to me, and surprisingly I don't tense in any way; unsurprisingly, because I'm too lightheaded to see straight. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" she mumbles, taking another step towards me. "Yellow? Can you hear me?"

Hmmm… Her eyes are… so pretty

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