Carly was led down the hall by doctors. She peeked into the other rooms holding patients as she walked past.
There was a pink haired girl eating salad. There was an orange haired girl with brown skin looking at a mirror. They seemed content here.
Unlike Carly. She had felt nothing since her 13th birthday. She never told anyone why.
"Here's your room, miss."
Carly stepped into room 113. 13. The irony of it all. As if it wasn't enough. Suddenly, a girl, younger than Carly, burst into the room.
"A new friend!!" She giggled. "What's your name?"
"Carly." Carly said bluntly.
"I'm Kelly! KELLY SWEETS! Do you like sweets?"
"Not anymore..." Carly looked away from the sickening sweet girl.
"You don't like sweets?! Is it because you're diabetic, like me??"
"No no. I have depression."
"Depression? What is that?"
"None of your business."
A doctor suddenly came into Carly's room.
"Oh dear. Kelly, what did we tell you about wandering out of your room unattended?!"
"I was just exploring!"
"We can't let you go around alone. Remember when you ate a jar of candy once? That was deadly! We had to pump your stomach!"
Deadly. Carly thought. Kelly had been nearly close to dying. Despite wanting to die, Carly didn't want this innocent, stupid girl to die.
"Let's go, Kelly."
The Doctor led Kelly away from Carly's room. And so Carly went back to doing nothing.