At nine o'clock, Lori woke me up.
"Hey, Ashley! Wake up. It's time for breakfast."
"Ok, ok," I grumbled, slowly waking up. I am not a morning person. "Hey, where were you last night?"
"Oh, you know. Around, doing some thinking. Hey, you know. Umm, about yesterday," Lori began, uncomfortably.
"What about it?"
"Why'd you do it?"
"Not that question again. I did it because it felt good, alright?"
"No, not alright. I had to find you, bleeding to death. It wasn't fun, let me tell you," Lori said to me.
"Well, I didn't do it for your amusement!" I yelled back at her. "I don't want to do it, okay? I don't like being the weird kid in the psycho ward. You know, to you guys, anorexia and bulimia and all that is normal, but what I do is weird. I can see it whenever I told anyone why I was here. It's not cool; I don't do it to fit in with the rest of you. I do it 'cause I'm addicted. Besides, I obviously don't fit in with the rest of you. And I don't care. I was the weird kid at school, why not be the weird kid in the psych ward?"
With that last statement I headed out of the room. I was on the verge or tears, and I did not want to cry in front of Lori. So what if I had to eat breakfast alone? What did I care?
"Ashley," Lori called down the hallway to me. "Wait up! Please?"
I slowed down a little. But only a little. I didn't really want her to catch up with me.
"Ashley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm not any good at this friendship stuff. I get a little wrapped up in myself sometimes. It's just that here, for so long, I've been the center of attention. I've been the sickest. And now you come along, and you're sick in a way we haven't seen before. Everyone wants to know about you, everyone wants to talk about you. And now I'm not as important. So I'm sorry. I was just being a selfish bitch, and I know it," Lori said.
"I don't want to be the sickest. I don't want to be the center of attention. I just want to go home. So leave me alone, ok?" I took off down the hallway, faster than before.
I ate breakfast quickly, and escaped back to my room. I had nothing to do until lunch, and I wanted to avoid Lori, so I headed into the bathrooms. I walked into a stall, sat on the toilet, and locked myself in. I was determined not to leave until lunch.
"Hey, Ashley! Wake up. It's time for breakfast."
"Ok, ok," I grumbled, slowly waking up. I am not a morning person. "Hey, where were you last night?"
"Oh, you know. Around, doing some thinking. Hey, you know. Umm, about yesterday," Lori began, uncomfortably.
"What about it?"
"Why'd you do it?"
"Not that question again. I did it because it felt good, alright?"
"No, not alright. I had to find you, bleeding to death. It wasn't fun, let me tell you," Lori said to me.
"Well, I didn't do it for your amusement!" I yelled back at her. "I don't want to do it, okay? I don't like being the weird kid in the psycho ward. You know, to you guys, anorexia and bulimia and all that is normal, but what I do is weird. I can see it whenever I told anyone why I was here. It's not cool; I don't do it to fit in with the rest of you. I do it 'cause I'm addicted. Besides, I obviously don't fit in with the rest of you. And I don't care. I was the weird kid at school, why not be the weird kid in the psych ward?"
With that last statement I headed out of the room. I was on the verge or tears, and I did not want to cry in front of Lori. So what if I had to eat breakfast alone? What did I care?
"Ashley," Lori called down the hallway to me. "Wait up! Please?"
I slowed down a little. But only a little. I didn't really want her to catch up with me.
"Ashley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm not any good at this friendship stuff. I get a little wrapped up in myself sometimes. It's just that here, for so long, I've been the center of attention. I've been the sickest. And now you come along, and you're sick in a way we haven't seen before. Everyone wants to know about you, everyone wants to talk about you. And now I'm not as important. So I'm sorry. I was just being a selfish bitch, and I know it," Lori said.
"I don't want to be the sickest. I don't want to be the center of attention. I just want to go home. So leave me alone, ok?" I took off down the hallway, faster than before.
I ate breakfast quickly, and escaped back to my room. I had nothing to do until lunch, and I wanted to avoid Lori, so I headed into the bathrooms. I walked into a stall, sat on the toilet, and locked myself in. I was determined not to leave until lunch.