Young Battles

Chapter Three

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Rose Point of View

I felt extremely bored as I waited for hours for everyone to finally be here. Two more girls came, and three more boys. The two girls were both pale, the short one had short spiky hair that looked good on her. Her lips were dark, and she was wearing a very large white tee shirt, and a gray pair of sweat pants. The other girl had long brown hair and really pretty eyes, her bottom lip was thicker then her top one and she had eight stitches on her left wrist. The blond girl that was already here was rail thin like the new short girl, but her teeth looked odd, and she had a rough throat. The burnette was a cutter, she has scars and more recent cuts on her legs. I saw her run her fingers over the bumpy scabs. The boy that was already here was tall like six foot four no joke. He had black hair that covered his eyes, flippy emo hair. The three new guys were a tall guy with curly brown hair, he came in wearing a white wife beater and black sweat pants. He was cute and had a really pretty smile. The second boy that came was shorter then the first and had reddish-brown hair. His eyes were strikingly green and he was built like a runner, and was wearing a black tee shirt that was tight across his chest, and black sweat pants.. The last boy that came was taller then the second and shorter then the first. He had curly blond hair, and blue eyes. He could pass as my twin. He was wearing a gray wife beater, and red plaid pajama pants. After the second girl came we gathered in a circle and the nursed asked us if we wanted to share. After we all agreed the nurse sat down and opened a notebook and uncapped a pen.

The nurse pointed to the blond boy next to me, and said, "You first."

"Hello, my name is Jasper. I am seventeen, I will be eighteen in four months, before I came here I was a senior, and lived in the outer part of Forks. I was home-schooled. I am here because I tried to shoot myself, I missed my mark, and my mother found me in the attic." The other blond girl here gasped and raised her hand. "What?"

"Where did you shot yourself?"

"My chest, I was aiming for my heart."

"Can I see it?" He stood up and pulled his gray wife beater up. A dark pink oval in the middle of his chest looked like it still hurt, the places where the stitches were could still be seen. I covered my mouth and thought about how hard it would have been to have to do that.

The nurse pointed to the blond girl that had raised her hand and asked to see Jasper's scar. "You next."

She looked at everyone quickly and ducked her head. "My name is Lauren, I am seventeen too. I'll be eighteen in two months. I live in Spokane, and I'm bulimic." She made herself puck after she stuffed her face. Binge-eating and purging. That explained why her teeth looked odd, all the vomiting had cause the stomach acid to eat at her teeth. It also explained why her voice was rough, her throat was probably raw. People that did that usually had to get there teeth pulled later on, because of the acid wear.

I held my hands and picked at my nails looking at the floor. "Okay Rose how about you." The nurse said, what are we doing this by hair color?

"My name is Rose, I just turned seventeen three months ago. I lived in Seattle. I'm a junior, and I don't have a reason like them to be here I don't have an eating disorder, or try and hurt myself. This was an accident." I raised my hands. "My dad said he was putting me here because after we got back from mom's trip, I was more... withdrawn. I was looking at myself in the mirror and I lost control of my thoughts and started to punch it over and over again." Why was I saying all of this? I know that I needed to get it out because it was just hurting so much to be locked up inside. I needed to let it out let myself accept that it happened so I can get better. These people can help me. Dear God. I am messed up after all.

"Why?" The nurse asked.

"All I see is nothing but dirty, filthy, ugly me. I see a person lower then dirt."

"Why surely with your family, and how pretty you are, you should be really happy." The nursed pressed.

I felt hot tears leave my eyes as I clamped them shut and drew my legs up to my chest. I buried my face in my I tell them or say that I don't want to talk about? Did they already figure it out after I reacted like this? Will they think I'm gross and dirty? Will they taught me, and remind me over and over again? "I was raped when we went to London." I gasped out as my throat closed up. This was the first time I have ever accepted the fact that this has happened to me, let's hope this doesn't blow up in my face.

Alice Point of View

I wanted to reach over and hug her, she locked so sad, but at least she was able to say it. I guess she didn't really want to be touched, and she didn't know me. Plus I didn't really want to bring attention to myself then the nurse would pick me next. Why did I want to hug her anyway? Guess the mom in me is a little too pronounced. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt which was so big it rested at my knees.

"Alice." The nurses voice said in the quiet room. Of course.

"My name is Alice, I turned seventeen last week. I'm a junior in high school, and I'm anorexic."

I said it so easy, like I was used to telling people my problem. I had never opened up and told anyone before. I sighed and pulled on a loose thread making it longer. I leaned back and stretched my legs out in front of me and sighed. I saw the nurse nodded and write something down then said, "Emmett."

She was talking to the boy next to me. He was so freaking big. I felt like a smurf sitting next to him.

Paint me blue. Literally.

"My name is Emmett, as the lady already told you. I am seventeen and will be eighteen in nine months." He looked down at his hands quickly before lifting hid head back up to glance at the faces in the room. "My twin sister was hit by a car a year ago and ever since then I had gotten into drugs. Popping pills to deal with school and my family, and me missing her. I overdosed, and my mom found me. Dad put me in here, I haven't seen them since I woke up in the hospital, and they told me that I was being put in here."

"At least they were there when you woke up. I woke up with the doctor telling me that I was coming here and that she had signed me over to the state." I said without thinking. He looked over to me with sad eyes. He reached over and grabbed my hand.

"You didn't deserve that, I'm sorry."

I shrugged, why would he care? "Nothing to say sorry for, it's so not your fault I'm in here. It's mine. I take all responsibility for being put in here." I squeezed his hand before I let go and started to pick at the loose thread again. The nurse told the one girl to go and she introduced her self as Jessica. She was sixteen, a cutter, and lived in Forks, she was the Jessica that drove me home that one day. The boy next to Jessica was next his name was Josh. He was seventeen, and he had found his way here by attempting to hang himself in his closet. I put my head between my knees and took deep breaths. I can't believe all these people were here because they felt the same as me.

The girl Rose, she was really pretty, looked like she could have anything or any guy she wanted. She's the type of girl that you would come to school one day and find out that she had killed herself and no one would have ever suspected that she had ever thought that way. I would have never pegged her as a person who wanted to kill herself. I think after today I would look for people like her who looked like they had everything they could have ever wanted and smile at them everyday. Just so they would know that they made a person happy that day.

Somehow I felt that I belonged here.

Bella Point of View

Everyone here looked sad and close to death. It might have been the fact that everyone was so freaking pale it was kind of scary. All of us looked like ghost. And maybe we were. We were ghost of the old us the ones who used to be happy. Hopefully with all of us ghosts here somehow these people would fix us and maybe we could find our way to our old self's. I was next after Josh.

"My name is Isabella, I like to be called Bella tho so please call me that. I'll be eighteen in almost a year. I'm here because I took a pill cocktail after my plane touched down and tried to kill myself that way."

"What do you mean by after you had gotten off the plane?" The Jessica girl had asked.

"I lived in Arizona my whole life, my mom died in my arms so I had to move to Forks to live with my dad. I came home, and I found the pills in the bottom of my suitcase, I went out a whim and I just took them. Trying to end it all."

"Who's your dad?" She asked this time.

"Charlie Swan, police chief." Jessica's mouth fell open, and she stayed quiet. I guess she knew him, well Forks was really tiny. The small girl Alice probably knew him too. My bet that every student in my high school in Arizona, wouldn't be able to fit in the small town of Forks. Maybe that was an overstatement...

The last boy spoke up then. "My name is Edward, I'm seventeen, I'm here because I tried to kill myself by crashing my car." He drug a hand through his hair and shrugged. "I made it look like an accident. My dad is a doctor so I guess him and the police figured out it wasn't an accident."

The nurse nodded and closed the notebook. "You guys will be called to dinner in about thirty minutes, until then you guys can sit in here together and socialize with each other."

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and pulled it over my shoulder and ran my fingertips through the loose curls. I hoped that I would pass, get better, and be able to be a normal person in the normal world. I just didn't have any hope in myself at all.