AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE HELP

So I got an email saying I got a review from A DEH fan that reads "

A DEH fan:Amazing story, pretty close to Canon actually. In Canon it's pretty vague so all we know is he took an overdose and ended up in a park." Yet, I can't find it on here. Please help me figure this out and if you made the review, thank you so much!

Trigger Warning: Graphic Self Harm And Eating Disorder/ Body Dysmorphia

Connor POV:

I sighed and looked at my arm again. "Nobody's here to stop me... " I thought. I slowly put my thumb and index finger together and brought it towards my arm. I started scratching, over and over at the same spot. I heard someone coming and stopped, I had already gotten a bit of skin away anyways.

Then, Wes walked into the quiet room. "Hey, do you want a snack?"

I sighed. Of course, they make you eat like five times a day here and the other place. "Sure. "

"Okay, but you gotta come eat out here," said the dark skinned man. I left the room, got my snack and sat against the wall.

Wes sat next to me. "Why'd you do that to your arm for?"

"I just... Why's it matter to you?"

"Listen, I know you're mad about something, but you can't stay mad at the world forever. If you're here, why not take advantage of it? Get better? You can become a better version of yourself, but you have to want to. And not for anyone else, for yourself."

"Wow... I-I never thought of it like that... I'm going to become better.."

Wes smiled. "Really?"

"Hell no. Stop telling me your mumbo-jumbo bullshit!" I got up and sat at the table where I used to be.

Evan POV:

A man named Will gave a group about how "we" is in "wellness" and had us meditate, but not how I've ever seen it done. We layed our heads on the table and closed our eyes and he played music and talked. I, and basically everyone, almost fell asleep.

Then he left and now we're eating Oreos with milk. Out of nowhere a new girl sits at our table.

"H-hi. I'm Lavender," the girl with short brown hair and purple glasses said.

"Hi, I'm Sally."

"I'm Taylor and that's Evan," Taylor said, pointing towards me. I gave her a small wave.

"Why are you here? If you don't mind me asking, of course," Sally said.

"O-oh, yeah. I'm here for my depression, anxiety, ptsd, self harm, and mostly my eating disorder. My family swears I'm bulimic, but I think I have eating disorder not otherwise specified. Like, I have times where I purge, where I overexercise, binge, and have no appetite at all. It's weird."

"Oh. That-that sounds h-hard," I said.

Lavender gave a sad smile. "Yeah, I guess it does. I just, I'm fat and gross and need to lose weight. I can't stand my body... " Lavender said the last part quiter than the rest.

"You are not fat. At all. Seriously," Taylor told her.

"That's what everybody says except my thoughts, ya know?" Lavender gave out a sad laugh. "It's not like I hate eating, I love eating, honestly. I just... I weigh too much and eat too much and I just wanna be pretty... " Lavender curled into a ball.

"You are pretty," Sally said.

"You guys are really nice, but that's not gonna change how I feel. I'm sorry," Lavender said with a sigh.

I wanted to say something, but another group had started.

~ An Hour And A Half Later ~

"Okay, it's time for dinner. Everyone line up except safeties Connor and John," said a woman named Kamra.

I followed everyone to the double doors at the front. I got into the boy's line and once everyone was there, we left. We went down a set of lockee double doors, then went into the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was huge. There were at least fifteen tables with four seat each, and a huge wall of just window. We got into line and I was amazed. There were salads, fruit cups, pudding, plus the main course and vegetables.

I got my food and sat with my table mates, well, Taylor and I were at one table and Sally and Lavender were at the table beside us. I guess boys amd girls aren't supposed to sit together? I sat there and picked at my food, wanting to go back so desperately.

Connor's POV:John sat with me, but I decided to give the guy a shot this time. My anger was gone, for now at least.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Connor."

"I'm over it. So what does this safety shit mean?"

"We have three levels. Level three is beginner, level two gets a pop at lunch and dinner, and level one gets two pops at lunch and dinner and gets to stay awake longer. Safety means you've threaten to hurt yourself or others and didn't contract - basically agree to talk to someone instead of doing it - or you actually did hurt someone else or yourself."

"Oh. So why are we stuck here?"

"Safeties can't leave the unit, unless you've been good or it's for a group. You'll get off safety in twenty four hours, don't worry. Wes usually lets us go to the gym anyways."

"The gym?" I asked as we both took bites of food while the other talked.

"It's pretty big and just has a hoop, some balls, and a rock wall. But the rock wall is for at, or activity therapy, only," John explained.

We finished eating and the other people came back. I saw him. Evan. God, I was so horrible to him. He was so nice, and a cutie too.

"Hey, Evan. Come sit with me," I said, slightly regretting, but only slightly. I noticed he hesitated, but sat.

"Look, Evan, I'm sorry I was such a jerk in the waiting room thing."

"You-you gave me a panic attack," Evan said, his voice heartbreaking.

I felt horrible. Ashamed. "Evan, I'm so sorry. I just, my anger, it got the better of me. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you, Connor. Please don't do it again."

"I'll try my best."

"What-what happened to your arm?" Evan asked.

"I scratched it."

"That bad-badly. With your sho-short nails?"

"Heh, yeah." I sighed and looked down.

"Anyone who wants to go to the gym, line up," Wes said.

"Wanna go?" I asked Evan.

"U-ummm sure."

We lined up and went to the gym.

I sat against the rock wall and everybody else played basketball, except for Lavender. She was in a corner doing jumping jacks.

She did hundreds of them, looking more and more exhausted. I could only hope she was okay.

When we got back from the gym, it was time for showers.

"You shower f-first. They-they've gotta wrap up my cast.. " I told Connor who nodded, grabbed his hygiene basket and left.

I saw Lavender grabbing her hygiene basket and she looked sick. "Hey Lavender, how many jumping jacks did you do?"

"A thousand," she said and walked away.

When Connor finished, I got into the shower. When I got out it was dark and they had started another group.

"Evan, you have a phone call from your mom," Wes told me. I gulped and walked over there.