White Band Wars

by Wild-Flower-Child

16 year old, Katie Knight has been put back into Suicidal Watch due to her step mother and father's physical and emotional abuse. What happens when the boys are on break and come to her rescue? Warning: Mentions of selfharm and anorexia along with other things that come into my mind that might be triggering.

2. Chapter 2

A/N: Running off of Vanilla Coke for this..

I shifted in my bed, glancing over at Jason, it was god knows what hour and I was dying to get a blade. That or some pills. I stood up slowly, the hospital floors ice cold under my feet. I shuffled out of the room quietly, my iv roller behind me. Which isn't really quiet since the thing squeaked.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching before walking out of my room and into the quietness of the hospital. I walked over to the supply closet cracking it open, idiots, didn't even lock it. I shifted through all the medical stuff until I found something that was like a blade, I dug it into the my skin feeling the relief flood over. "Thank the lord." I whispered.

I slipped out of the closet after there were three deep cuts on my upper arm hidden under the sleeve of my hospital gown. I walked down the hallway and stopped when I saw a figure.

"Sneaking out?" the figure came closer until I saw the familiar black haired high lighted with red streaks come into my view.

"Yeah, I guess so, Alexa you scared me." I muttered quietly. Walking back to my room. I knew Alexa but not personally, I heard she was a newbie at least for my standards.

"Hey, wait. Why were you in the supply closet?" she asked.

"Cutting." I muttered before slipping back into my room.

~!~

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. The smell made me uncomfortable.

"Wakey wakey, I got pancakes." I opened my eyes to see Carlos smiling at me.

"No." I said rolling over.

"Katelyn. Eat." He groaned.

"No." I said shaking my head.

"I swear to god if you don't eat I will tickle you." He said.

I snorted, "I'm not five." I said.

"But that will make you eat." He said.

"Shut up Los." I muttered.

~!~

I did end up eating one whole pancake which made me sick to my stomach. I was now chatting with Alexa in the court yard.

"Do you ever think of escaping here?" she asked.

"Yep, finally over dosing and going to hell." I said nodding.

"I don't mean it like that you goof." She said, "I mean like getting better and recovering." She said.

"Ehh, sometimes, when I feel good." I said as a nurse approached us setting a cup of water and a small plastic cup in front of me, medicine time. I easily knocked back the antidepressants and anxiety pills.

"I hate doing that." Alexa muttered.

"You and me both." I said nodding.