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[Foi]

Delete this please, it's spamming me when people comment.

[*Midnight Stars*]

MORE!

[Foi]

Okay! I'll start writing!

[Foi]

Day 2

The nurse told me to eat. Eat. Who does she think she is, telling me to eat? There's something wrong with her.

There's something wrong with me, too, but at least I don't eat. Or tell people to eat.

Anyway, hospital gowns are damn itchy, and they took away my cigarettes. MY CIGARETTES ARE GONE. I have an itchy gown and no cigarettes. This place may be trying not to, but it's killing me. It will kill me. I'm gonna die.

Mom said they'll make me eat here. Plus I can talk about my feelings with some shrink. She said I'll start feeling better soon. She said this, she said that. All I can think about is the fact that I might go into triple digits again if I eat the food that the nurse has laid out in front of me.

There's thick, crispy bacon. Three slices. A half cup of Scrambled eggs. A tall glass of orange juice, no pulp. Toast. With what looks like four tablespoons of butter. The smell is nauseating. I nibble on the bacon piece. Cut it into thirds, then sixths, then twelfths. Eat those pieces, bit by bit.

And then I take the garbage pail that's on the floor beside me and hold it up to my face. And I vomit up that bacon. It's gross. It's fat. It's gonna make me fat. I'm gonna be fat.

~Catherine Elizabeth Duncan

((Sorry 'bout the wait. xD))

[EarthStar]

This is a very intriguing story so far.
Your wording really brings it to life, well done.
I certainly would love to see you continue with it.

[Foi]

This is a very intriguing story so far.
Your wording really brings it to life, well done.
I certainly would love to see you continue with it.

Thanks, I'll write some more.

[cswolf.]

More this is very interesting

[proud.little.wolf]

I can't even tell you how good this is. This is definitely a step up from those ordinary "teen diaries." I do wish to read more about this girl.

[Foi]

((Sorry guys, school trip, and I was in wellington for the week, and had no internet. Also been exploring the oil spills on my beach. xD ))

[Foi]

Day 2 cont. 12:32 PM

After a painful lunch, all of us "campers" were forced into this small room. It has pale blue walls. Dark blue carpet. And one, two three...seven metal chairs, like the ones I used to sit in at school. There's a single white light hanging above us. Me-plus-five-other-freaks-and-a-counselor us. I wonder out loud why all of the campers are girls, and the counselor places her index finger to her lips and shushes me. I don't shush, though, and ask what we're doing here. She tells me that right now is the time we're all supposed to introduce ourselves to one another. We start by saying our names. Then how long we've been in this hellhole. Then how old we are.

The lady picks a tall girl with red hair to start. I figure she's been here the longest. "My name is Amber," She says. "I've been in here for a year and a half. I'm seventeen." Most of them respond with little, "Hi, Amber"s or "Hey." I feel like I'm in a self-support group. Maybe I am.

The next girl goes. She's short. She has lots of freckles. And she's the skinniest here, which is hard to be. She says her name is Danica. She says that she's thirteen. And she's been here for six months. She had spunk. I liked her.

Then a brunette Heather goes, then a black haired, dark-skinned girl named Courtney. You can tell they're friends, because they only look at each other when they speak. They both claim to be fifteen.

The last girl before me is the most shocking. She's the littlest. She looks too young to be here.

"My name is Emily," She says. A soft, high tone. "I'm eight." Eight. EIGHT. The girl's a baby. How is she here? The poor, poor kid. She's pale. She has blonde, blonde hair, and blue eyes that are also pale. Everything about her is pale; lifeless. It's scary.

I stand up. "Catie," I say, twirling my light brown hair. "I've been in this hospital..."-I sneer at the counselor, who gives me a dirty look-"For two days. Oh, and I'm fourteen. You can all stop staring at me now, I'm done."

And that's what I am. Done.

~Catherine Elizabeth Duncan