I was so angry with Fang that I grabbed my paper back from him and shoved it inside my math book, swung my bag over my shoulder, and stormed out of the cafeteria. I didn't know where I was going. I ended up sitting on the floor in the large stall to try and finish my math. That's when my stomach started to disagree with all the food I ate. I crawled over to the toilet and threw up.
When I was done, I used the edge of the seat to stand up. I dragged myself in front of the sink and mirror. I looked awful. My eyes were tired, my skin had a greenish tone, and my hair was loosing its life. My windbreaker hid my injured wing. I tried to fix it, but the injury was a strained muscle, not bone. So as far as I know, it's gonna stay bent at this odd angle.
Lunch was almost over so I grabbed my bag. Out in the hallway, I rinsed my mouth out at the water fountain and then headed across the campus to get to math.
I didn't finish my homework for math. He could tell that the few problems that were actually finished were rushed.
"I'm sorry." I told him. "I couldn't find the time to get it done this weekend."
"Let me guess," he said in front of the entire class, "you were hanging out with friends, you went to a party, or wait – you were too busy kissing a boy. I know how you teenage girls are."
"Actually no, I wasn't doing any of those things." I was locked in a dungeon with no food or water. "I guess I just lost track of time."
"Well, you're getting a zero for this assignment."
"Ms. Ammon, do you have any crackers?" The bell had rung and students left eagerly, probably ready to take an afternoon nap – hooray for them.
"Of course!" she pulled a half-empty bag of saltine crackers and handed them to me. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine, I just didn't get to eat very much over the weekend."
I ate most of the crackers on the way home and threw them in the street before entering the code for the gate. What am I supposed to do when I get inside? Do my chores and homework, or do I chain myself back in the dungeon? Jeb helped me out there. As soon as I walked in the door, he wrapped his arm around my neck and cut off my oxygen until I passed out.
I have to admit that waking up in darkness is better than bright morning light. The downside to this was that I was chained to the wall again. I wasn't completely sure of what time it was, until I heard the water rushing beneath me. I guessed it was around four. I usually get home around three, fifteen minutes after school ends. So I only had to wait four more hours to eat.
When Jeb opened the door at eight, only the mini-water bottle made it down to me. I guess it was a good thing that I ate those crackers earlier.
Everyday of the week was practically the same. Jeb dragged me upstairs to shower, I'd get dressed with clothes that were stored under the sink, he'd activate my chip, and I'd walk to school. Fang continued to sit with me at lunch, but I stayed quiet. I didn't take the food he offered me, and I ignored him when he spoke. I wanted him to leave. On Thursday, in seventh period, I was shaking so badly from not eating. I saw Fang look in my direction, so I acted like I was cold. He couldn't have believed me, though – it was almost eighty degrees in here.
On Friday, Fang continued to nag me so I would eat.
"Just eat it." He sighed.
"I don't need it," I reassured him, "I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Have you seen yourself lately?"
"Yes." But the truth was no, I hadn't.
"Oh, so you can see that your face is hollow, your hair is limp, and you look like a walking twig."
"Do I really?" I asked sincerely. I could see myself again, standing in front of the large-stall's mirror, and multiplied it by three.
"Yes," he sighed, "and it's scaring me. Nobody should look like you do right now. Whatever you're doing, you need to stop."
"I'm not doing anything!" I protested.
"Then who is?" He asked. I didn't answer him.
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