June 23A Chapter by Calypso
The dream I had last night was so real. My dream was really a memory of when Mom and Morana were alive. One time when I was seven and Morana was twelve Mom and Dad took us to the state fair. Morana and I were holding ice cream cones with three scopes of ice cream. In the hot Mid-Western sun the ice cream melted and ran down our clenched fists. Morana had a bear tucked under her arm. Just a few minutes ago a fight had broken out in between us because of the bear she won. I wanted that bear and so that I wouldn’t scream anymore Mom and Dad separated us. I walked with Mom while holding her hand (I was always a momma’s girl) and Morana was beside Dad (she was always a daddy’s girl).
When I woke up I started crying. I wasn’t ready to get out of bed this morning. I was late for breakfast and Janna made me take thirty minutes out of my morning to eat. She asked how my birthday was and we made other small talk, but I knew she was watching me.
During school I hid the best I could. I answered questions only when I was called on and in photography I made out my photos in the dark room. Mr. Cooper have back photos from last week along with a grade on the back. I was given a 100 percent. Our assignment for next week take five photos of something we think is beautiful.
I started crying secretly when they served deep fried fish and a baked potato. I didn’t want to eat the food. I got in trouble again for cutting up my food in small pieces. I tried again to throw away my left over food, but I was caught again. This time as punishment I will be sent to my room at 6:30; I won’t get a second tree time.
Janna asked if I wanted to talk, but I told her no. She hugged me gently before checking up on everyone else.
I had to go to the doctor today. I cried again went told me I gained another ten pounds. I now weigh 100 pounds.
I can’t take it anymore! I want to leave now!
After dinner I threw up that how thars much I’m tired of my treatment. I knelled in front of the toilet and let the vomit flow.
“Aelge!” Janna cried banging on the door with her fists. At the moment I was too weak to move. I could feel myself going in and out of darkness. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me.
Janna finally busted in and I weakly opened the stall for her. I must have looked sad covered in vomit and too weak to move. Janna called for a wheelchair and took me to my room. She told me she would take me to the hospital tomorrow. I admitted to what I did and she simply said we could talk about it later.
I had to beg her to let me having journal time. I’m glad she did.
© 2013 Calypso
Added on April 18, 2010
Last Updated on April 2, 2013
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