I looked around in the room. It was cold inside and outside. The hard bed hurt my body and tubes in my arms were moving. The beeping of the monitor drove me crazy. My father's snoring was impossible to listen to. The little bear Jacob had left me was so ugly I couldn't look at it. The food the nurse brought me last night was still standing on the plate, getting cold. My father had eaten the chocolate mousse but he didn't want to eat my peas. They looked way too green to be good. Why was my father sitting next to me? He could have left, it's not like I'm going to get better because he was there. On the contrary, if he continued to snore, I couldn't sleep. And why was he sleeping? It was 8 a.m.

"Good morning." A doctor said when she entered the room, with another girl in white blouse. "I'm doctor Robbins and this is doctor Grey." Doctor Robbins was a blonde girl. She had cute cheeks but totally looked like she could get a breakdown every single second. The other doctor, Dr. Grey, had brown hair and was actually very pretty, though I wasn't enough into girls to judge about that. Maybe me, meanwhile awaken father, could judge about that.

"Dr. Grey, could you please read the patient's register, please?"

"Bella Swan, 17 years, bulimic,"

"I'm not bulimic." I said strongly. "Aren't bulimics supposed to be skinny? I'm fucking fat!"

"Bella! Don't use that language!" my dad said to me. I turned with my eyes.

"Bella, you're far from being fat. You're even too skinny," Dr. Grey said. Her brown eyes looked deeply into mine. "You have a BMI of 15, that's too low for a girl of your age. You're not fat. You're a pretty girl." She looked sad because I wasn't staying at the hospital.

"I'm going home." I said to the doctors. I looked at my father, trying to pierce into his soul. I knew that, if I continued, he was going to find a way to keep me here. He wouldn't say no to his little girl. I saw his look getting weaker, he was going to say to the doctors that I had to go home. The doctors continued their chatting, saying I couldn't go home because I was too skinny, that I could die and my weight was too low to be in good health. I wasn't in good health and I knew that. I just couldn't care enough to do something about it.

"We are keeping you in observation for a few days, just to be sure you're alright. After you gained some weight, you can go home." Dr. Robins said to my father and I. She left with Dr. Grey, followed by my father. He was going to ask if I could go home, I knew it! I always have that effect on him! I heard them talking outside my room. They probably forgot I hadars.

"Dr. Robbins. I know it's not wise to let Bella go home, but I know her. She doesn't want to be here and will do everything to leave." Man, my dad knew me so well, "I just don't want her to run away in the middle of the night or do something to harm herself. Can't she just go home? My wife and I always found a way to make her eat and we'll find a way to make her stop throw it up."

"Mr. Swan,"answered Dr. Grey before Dr. Robins interrupted her.

"You know, Mr. Swan, if you think you can help a teenage girl without confidence without any medical help, then of course you can take her home. We can't force her, and you, to stay at the hospital. We just want to help your daughter."

"She's going home. We'll take care of her." My dad answered. He came back into my room. I turned my head. He walked towards the closet and put the clothes my mom put in it, back into the small luggage. I smiled, happy to know I still could make my dad break and do what I asked him to do. I also felt bad because of it. I felt like a monster. My dad did everything I wanted and I never did was he wanted. What did he want? A healthy daughter. A healthy and happy daughter. He didn't get her. He only got the unhealthy, mean and unhappy daughter.

Not long after all my reflections and after my dad had finished folding my clothes into the luggage, a nurse came into my room to take off all the tubes and other things that were on my body. She helped me to get dressed and helped me to sit in a wheelchair. She pushed me towards the bar to take some papers for my dad, whom was holding my hand. After he signed those papers, she wished me good luck. My dad took my arm and helped me to get out of the wheelchair. After some struggling, I arrived to stand on my weak legs. They were shaking a little but I got them under control.

We were walking, still in the hospital. I saw a boy in a bed, he directly caught my eye. His green eyes were reading Wuthering Heights, which got to be the same book as I was reading and also my favorite book. His bronze hair was a perfect match with his pale skin. He looked very sick, more than I was. I didn't notice I stopped to look at him. I felt my dad pulling me to continue walking. "Are you coming," he asked me. I looked at my feet again, still walking towards to exit. I was concentrating on which foot to put first.

I felt an awful pain in my right leg when I put it on the ground. I fell on the ground, clashed my head on the ground because of the fall. Doctors ran towards me. Some were yelling. I felt something warm flow out of my ear, on my cheek. Before I noticed it, I fainted.

"How could you have been so reckless, Charlie!" I heard my mom scream. I had a horrible headache and my mom wouldn't stop screaming. I wanted to scream at them, ask them to stop yelling at each other, but I still was sleeping. My body refused to wake up.

"I'm sorry, Renee! But she asked me to and…"

"You have to stop doing everything she wants. You have to be a father!"

My eyes were slowly opening and I tried to speak but my mouth wasn't moving. I saw my mother at my right side, lean on my legs, while screaming at my dad whom was standing at my left side, playing with my sheets.

"Stop screaming." I said, so softly they didn't hear me.

"I'm a father! That's why I do what my only child wants!"

"Stop screaming." I repeated, a bit louder this time, loud enough for them to hear me. They both looked at me. My mom pushed on a button next to me, making a beep come out of a monitor.

"I'm fine." I said. Those were my usual words. I saw Dr. Robins come inside of my room, together with Dr. Grey. Dr. Grey looked sad at me.

"Bella,"said Dr. Robbins, "I said we were going to meet again." She looked at my dad. "Dr. Grey, can you read the file?"

She opened the file and looked at me, "Bella Swan, 17, bulimic, arrived into the E.R. yesterday evening for being underfed, broke her right leg because of a lack of calcium and had an internal bleeding in the brain because of the fall. Operated by Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Grey." I looked at her. She operated me? But she looked way too young to be good at operating!

"This time, Bella, you'll have to stay longer at the hospital. First in observation for your postop, afterwards because of your eating disorder." Dr. Robbins explained to me.

"I'm going home after my observation for my operation." I said to her.

"Bella, you can't. You're sick." Dr. Grey said.

"I can! It's my choice!" I screamed to her.

"No Bella it's not your choice! It's our choice! You have to stay here and get healthy! Stop making stupid decisions and please, stay here! We don't want you to die! And don't look at me like that, I'm not going to get weak again! You are my only daughter. I want you to stay here and get healthy and live!" I looked at my dad. He had tears in his eyes. He never screamed at me. I couldn't believe he just did that. My mother looked down, trying to stop her tears. I felt my eyes burning, my throat contract and my heart beating faster. I tasted the salt from my tears.