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As for the last chapter, Kitty isn't developing an eating disorder so much. Not like Marley. This will be explained in this chapter between Mr. Schue and Marley.
53. Third Day Home
April 10.
Once again, Kitty couldn't sleep. She had been trying to sleep for the past three hours now. She tossed and turned in her bed,took her cover off, placed them on, stick out foot out, stick it back in, listened to music, tried finding someone to text or talk too on her phone and laptop. Nothing could help her get to sleep.
She stood up from her bed and sauntered out of her room, finding the only light source inside of the bathroom down the hallway. Kitty made her way to the bathroom and shut the door behind her lightly without a single sound. She turned around and walked over to the sink and looked at the mirror. There she saw a frail, bony faced blonde hair girl with dark bags under her eyes. A sign of weakness written all over her face. Though deep inside, deep, deep, deep inside, she knew she was strong.
She barely felt it at times. Now was one of them.
Kitty dug around softly in the different drawers until in the bottom drawer on the left of the sink she found a medium size length of hair cutting scissors. She held them in her hands, slowly opening and closing them as part of its use. She held them in her hands for several minutes before putting them down on the sink top. She dug around for a hair elastic and once found, tied her hair in a side ponytail, then grabbed a wash cloth and ran water under it for several seconds before turning the sink off and picking up the scissors again.
She sat down with her back against the sink cabinets, facing the door, as she softly sniffed a bit and wiping away her tears with her long sleeve pajama top. After wiping her tears away she pulled the sleeve down until it reached the line where her arm bended. She looked at the cuts she had made in the past, all of them reminding her how weak she was at the time and needed to release some pain. Even if it were just temporary she felt content and joy, knowing she wasn't in emotional pain but now physical pain.
Kitty placed a sharp end of the scissors at her wrist, gently pressing it against her skin, sucking in her breathe and readying herself for someone that she had done before. She pressed it into her skin, hard and deep, causing a hole to be produced and a small flow of blood sliding down her wrist a bit. She loved seeing that blood. But before Kitty could begin moving the scissors down her wrist, a knock on the door startled her.
"Kitty?" Emma's voice perked up. "Are you in there?"
"Oh...um, yes, Ms. Pillsbury." Kitty stood up quickly, almost dropping the scissors. She turned to the toilet and flushed it and as it flushed down nothing Kitty pulled her sleeve down, turned the water on, place the scissors back where they belonged after washing the tips with the wet cloth from earlier. Kitty turned the water off, wiped her hands on the towel next to her, then took a deep breathe before releasing it After a moment or two she was ready to leave. She turned and opened the door, seeing the red hair woman standing there waiting to use the bathroom. "Sorry."
"No, don't worry about it." Emma said with a small smile, then scooted in after Kitty.
Kitty returned to her room, with the wet clothe she held down in her hand away from Emma's view, and shut her door. She walked over to her window where there was moonlight shining inside. She sat on her bed and held her arm out, blood already bleeding through her sleeve. She pulled her sleeve up and pressed the wet cloth over her wrist. It hurt, but she felt happy.
By the morning Kitty put on a black sweater, long sleeve one, with a pair of jeans. She didn't plan on leaving the house but she didn't want to be in her pajamas all day either. She didn't sleep after her bathroom incident, but it gave her time to think a little bit. She'd take all of next week off, but go back to school after that. Unfortunately she felt like she was going to end up in summer school to make up some of her work, but she wasn't too worried about it. She knew summer school hours were from around 8 in the morning to about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, almost an entire school day.
She walked into the kitchen smelling something different. Not eggs, like usual, but something else. It smelled like waffles. Her first thought was that Puck was here, following Jake (who probably wanted to see Kitty before school) and was making waffles. "Jake? Puck?" She called into the kitchen, but her eyes caught sight of Will, Emma and Kathy in the kitchen instead. "What the..."
"Waffles, Kitty?" Will asked, putting two square stacks on a plate. "Syrup's on the table."
"Waffles? What the hell?" She sneered. "Why'd you make these?"
"Thought I change it up a bit," Will said with a smile. "Kathy asked for waffles this morning, so I made them for everyone."
Not even a lie. Kathy did, indeed, want waffles. But at choice. Will had gotten Jake's number, from months ago, and asked him what Kitty's favorite foods were. Jake replied after several minutes: yogurt, blueberry pancakes, waffles, lemon tea, peach tea, milk, OJ and some nasty crap that coach Sue makes the Cheerio's drink, I think it's like a green color and has bleach in it or something. Will knew they had a waffle maker that hadn't used in at least a year or two and wanted to try and use it.
"Oh, whatever." Kitty said taking the plate with a monotone voice. Since she had come home she hadn't eaten the eggs, now she wanted some.
"There's orange juice on the table and I think Emma's making lemon tea for herself," Will said, pointing to where Emma was at the counter.
"Whatever." Kitty said. She walked out of the room and joined Kathy at the table, who was already eating some of her pre-cut food. She began using her fingers, again, when Kitty stopped her and handed her a child fork. "Use this, Kathy." She showed Kathy how to use her fork and after two showings, Kathy got the idea and began eating her waffles like that. Kitty sat there for another minute or two before slowly picking at her food.
She had half of one before pushing her plate back. She actually preferred the crappy oatmeal Phil tried to make them eat one morning than this crap. Hell, even she even preferred Schuesters eggs over this crap.
Lunch wasn't too different. Emma was out getting a couple of things done, leaving the girls alone with Will. The sisters sat in Kathy's room playing with some of her million of teddy bears when Will called them down. Kitty and Kathy held hands and moved downstairs to the dining room, finding three different place settings set up.
Some type of sandwich with a soda in a glass, a child size grilled cheese sandwich with a small bowel of tomato soup and a glass of water with a straw and a second bowl, a larger one, that looked like it had chicken soup inside and a glass of water next to it. Kitty looked at them just as Will came back with a couple of napkins. "What the hell?"
"Kitty could you please say something else? Like 'Excuse me, what is this?'" Will asked.
"Fine. Excuse me but what the hell is this?" Kitty asked again, but with a manner added.
"Just something different," Will told her. "I made your favorite soup."
"What?" Kitty asked, now confused. How did he know her favorite food? Let alone her favorite soup. She didn't even have a favorite soup. "What soup?"
Will, pulling out a seat for each girl, answered, "Chicken soup with broken up crackers in it."
Why did that soup sound familiar? Had she has this before and liked it? She'd at least try it and if she didn't like it she could just skip it. Kitty sat down in the seat and could already feel the steam of the soup reaching her face and turn it warm red. That feeling she felt with the steam felt familiar, even the smell of the soup was familiar. She hesitated for a moment before picking up her spoon and dipped it into the bowl, slowly pulling it out with the contents in the carved in holding spot of the spoon. She lifted it to her mouth, blew on it, then placed it inside of her mouth. She swallowed it within a minute.
Holy crap. Now she remembered. It was the soup Will made months ago when he stayed home with her to help care for her when she was sick. He had made that for her in the morning, but then made a different type of soup for lunch (She remembered asking why there was no more chicken soup), then a while later Will came out with the chicken soup. He had actually taken the time to make a new thing of soup for her, the kind of soup she actually liked.
She took two more spoonfuls before drinking her water. Holy crap, she just wanted to devour this entire bowl right now. It was delicious. She saw to the side of her bowl a couple of packets of crackers and instantly took some of them, ripped them up and broke the pieces over her bowl. She stirred them in and took in a couple of more bites of soup. She opened another cracker packet, took the cracker and dipped it into the bowl where the cracker softened and took in the soup flavor. Kitty lifted the cracker and placed it inside her mouth. This was even better than the broken pieces in the bowl.
She was too busy eating to even notice Will. Will, after having to help Kathy wipe off some the tomato on her shirt, glanced over at Kitty and her food. She was already halfway done with her bowl and looked more than happy to be eating something she loved. At least she was eating something, comparing to the last few days where she ate basically nothing.
Kitty finished her bowl. She felt full. Will and Kathy were still eating their lunch so she decided to clean her bowl off then sit back down until Kathy was done. Inside the kitchen she rinsed her bowl and placed it in the dishwasher. She turned to the fridge but found herself coming face-to-face with the stove, where a pot of soup settled on one of the heating circles. The smell of chicken soup filled Kitty with happiness and finding herself grinning she took another bowl, another spoon, walked over to the soup and made a second bowl.
Then a third.
Then a fourth.
"Shit, that was awesome." She muttered to herself as she hurried and cleaned up.
Same thing happened at dinner later. Emma had made a family dinner, but Kitty wasn't too hungry for that. Instead, while getting a second glass of water, she checked the fridge and saw there was a larger container of leftover chicken soup from lunch.
"Ms. Pillsbury? Mr. Schue?" Kitty called out. "Can I have the soup from lunch instead?"
After a moment of silence Emma said, with some cheer in her voice, "Go head Kitty."
Within minutes Kitty had a bowl of soup in her hands and had broken a couple of crackers, actually a lot of crackers, and stirred them in the soup mix. She grabbed a couple of more crackers and took them along with her back to the dining room. Kitty barely notice that Will and Emma watched her eating with small smiled on their faces.
By eleven at night Kitty was working on an assignment she knew about, Marley had mentioned it a while ago, just some boring crap paper she hated. While typing out the first draft of the essay there was a knock on her door and a second later Will walked in. "What?" She asked.
"Hey, going to sleep soon?" Will questioned.
"Do you give a crap what time I go to bed?" She sneered.
"Just asking. I'm working on some late minute papers until at least midnight," Will said. "Emma went to bed half-hour ago."
"Whoop-Dee-Doo." Kitty answered in a sarcastic tone. "Let's celebrate the red hair one going to bed."
Will stepped in a little bit more walking over to her desk. He caught a glimpse at her screen and read the title: Spring Assignment 3.0—Given the following samples, pick one, write an honest answer. "Homework?"
"This one is due not next week, but the week after on Friday. I've already missed a week of working on it. Marley mentioned it and I had nothing else to do tonight so I figured I'd work on this." Kitty said. Then she remembered her questions from earlier. "So I know Regionals is a no go, I'll still attend, what about National's next month? Can I do that?" She asked. She really, really wanted to sing with her friends again. Even in the new-newbies were idiots. She hated just about all of them.
"Usually by National's I say no, because there is little to no time to teach a new member the things we worked on all year," Will started to say. He then smiled and said, "But you've been there for over a year and know what we do and to be honest I'd have to talk to Figgins, due to lack of attendance—"
"I was fucking KIDNAPPED!" Kitty snapped. "It wasn't exactly my choice to go! It was go or have Phil fucking shook everyone in this house! Me! Kathy! You! Bambi!"
"Kitty, clam down please," Will said. "I know. That's why I'll really, really try to get Figgins to say OK for National's."
"I'm doing summer school," Kitty said. "I'll hate it, but I don't want to be a grade behind. Will that work? Making up what I missed in the summer, to get the OK?"
Will saw the desperate look in her eyes. With a faint smile he said, "I can't promise anything, but Emma and I will try out best to get the OK for you to perform in National's in Chicago. I promise."
Kitty nodded. She had a deep feeling that she probably wouldn't, but it'd be a miracle if she could go. "Alright. That's it."
"Kitty," Will said softly with a smile. "I'm really proud of you today."
"Why?"
"You ate today. You haven't eaten anything in the past few days, but I'm proud of you." He explained. "Just seeing you eating something, even just soup and crackers, it means a lot to us."
"It's just soup and crackers, it's not a big deal."
"Trust me Kitty. Soup and crackers are a big deal for Emma and I." Will said. He then went to reach for her hand, thinking she'd take it back, but she instead let him grasp it. He squeezed it, she did nothing. "I'm really proud of you Kitty."
Kitty was still a bit stunned. Proud to eat crackers and soup? "Uh, thanks."
"G'night Kitty.'
"Night Mr. Schue."
1:09 AM.
Kitty couldn't sleep again. She got up from the bedroom and left.
Ahhh, small cliff hanger.
Where do you think Kitty is going?
Kitty is eating again, yey!, but she also is starting to get back into her old habit again.
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