𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝟭𝟴𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵.
"Hey Sam, wake up. It's 9 and we have to go downstairs with the others!"
It was Rachel.
"Mhmh give me 5 minutes and I'll get up" I said with my voice still thick with sleep, turning over in bed.
Rachel then pulled the covers off me laughing and began to tickle me.
"Hey... hey... Rachel AHAHAHAHHAHAAH NOOO now I get up, I swear!" I tried to say between laughter.
"Come on, we're already late and the others are waiting for us"
Ah right, I forgot to tell you...
Every morning, me and the other guys hospitalized here in the clinic, are in a huge room for about 2 hours to "socialize."
For many young people this "sociology" activity can be a positive thing, opening up to people maybe takes a weight off them, they feel better.
But for me, it's quite the opposite.
I don't talk to people except mom, Caleb and sometimes Rachel.
After all, that's enough.
I don't like to talk about my cock around.
I feel uncomfortable.
I just listen.
I love to listen.
Very much.
I decided to get up, get dressed and get out quickly. (otherwise, who felt more Rachel :0)
Once I arrived in the hall, I put myself in my usual little place a little isolated from the others.
The psychologist knew about my "problem" in opening up.
So he didn't let me talk.
I thanked him every time after the meetings and promised him that I would try.
Pff, it wasn't easy.
An hour had already passed and I was bored to death.
The psychologist had resumed his monologues and blah blah blah.
At one point people entered the room.
Whoever they were, I thanked them mentally.
"Mike !! She's here" said a nurse.
She is here?
Who is here?
I approached the group to understand better.
After about 2 minutes of waiting, the nurse from before came in with... a girl.
Wow if she was thin.
And her skin... it was almost yellow.
What did that mean?
What had she done to reduce herself like this?
What happened to her?
"Oh let her in!" Said the smiling psychologist.
The girl seemed hesitant.
She was nervous.
I heard the psychologist whisper to her "Everything will be fine, nobody will judge you here, I promise you."
The girl smiled at his words and entered.
I noticed that she had bandages wrapped around her arms.
But what were they?
"Guys, this is Elisa, she is 16 and she suffers from... anorexia" said Mike looking at her as if to ask if she was okay.
She smiled and nodded.
Wow, she had a gorgeous smile.
Wowowowo stop... but what are you saying Samuel?!
"So Elisa, do you want to introduce yourself?" He asked her.
She nodded and slowly approached everyone, holding out her hand, smiling.
When she came to me she hesitated a moment.
"Oh ehm... I'm Elisa... you are...?" She asked, holding out her thin hand to me.
She had a very fragile voice.
"I'm Samuel... nice to meet you..." I said shaking her hand.
She was very light.
I was very careful not to squeeze her tightly.
I was very afraid of hurting her.
"Y-you... don't you go there with the others?" She asked timidly.
"Oh no ehm... I'm always here and I'm fine" I replied.
"Ok well... see you!" She smiled at me as she greeted me.
Fuck guys.
She was of unique beauty.
She was very very thin, her face was hollow, her arms were fragile, her abdomen was very tight and her legs were equally fragile and narrow.
But I swear to you, she was beautiful...