Skin and bones

Fucking hospitals

"Dad?"

I feel shivers run down my spine as I walk down the hall to my fathers bedroom.

I open the door, immediately feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as I see my father hanging from the ceiling fan.

"Dad?!" I choke on my own sobs, falling down to the ground.

"Louis? Louis!" I hear a distant voice yell.

"Louis! Wake up!"

I gasp, sitting up abruptly in my bed.

"Bad dream?" My best friend Niall asks.

"Mhm"

"We need to get ready for school, we're going to be late if we don't hurry. Chop chop! Be out in fifteen" Niall says standing up from where he's been sat beside my bed.

It's the first day of senior year and I had a bad dream, great.

It's definitely not going to be great.

I stand up on wobbly feet, almost fainting as everything goes black for a moment.

I really need to eat something, I think to myself.

It's been three days without eating. I could probably take a granola bar and some water. I should ask Niall if that's okay or not, he should understand that it's just a diet, not starving like all my doctors have said. That's the reason I don't go to the doctors anymore. Or at least one of them.

They tell me that I need help, like I'm a little kid or something, and I'm not. I can take care of myself perfectly fine. I don't need a doctor to tell me what to eat.

"Your basically skin and bone" Everyone tells me. They say that either to make me feel better, or they seriously need glasses. I have physical evidence that I'm fat. I can pinch it. I literally can pinch it! And they tell me I need to eat more? Yeah! No problem doctor! I'll just end up gaining more weight so they realise that I was telling the truth all along. It's not their place to tell me if I'm fat or not. I have eyes, I even have glasses, making it even clearer to see that.

Oh shit I forgot about school.

Fucking doctors messing up my brain too.

Ugh.

I hurriedly put on a pair of sweat pants and a jumper, taking a water bottle and a granola bar with me outside, where Niall is impatiently waiting in my car.

"Dude! What took you so long?" He asks irritatedly when I hop in the passangerseat.

"Sorry, I lost track of time" I say, suddenly feeling like all the air just left my body. I gasp for breaths desperately, taking deep breaths, but it doesn't work.

"Lou? what's wrong? Louis!" Niall panicks, starting the car and driving on full speed.

"Don't worry lou, were soon at the doctors. Louis oh god. Are you having a heart attack or a panick attack-" His voice fades out with the sound of my heartbeat ringing loudly in my ears, and not much later everything goes black around me.

***

"God, I really hope your here in London today. I can not loose my best friend on the first day of senior year. Seriously, I'm not christian but please, my friend is. Please"

I open my eyes groggily, feeling as if I had just woken up from a really good nap.

I look around and immediately realise that I'm in a hospital, more like a hospital bed. If I'm being precise.