I pushed the sticky rice around the tray and looked at my food in disgust, I pushed the tray aside and stuck to drinking water. I put it on the side and I heard someone clear their throat I looked up and a smile immediately spread across my face.
"Ricardo!" He gave me a small smile, but I could see something wasn't quite right.
"You should eat, you need your strength." I shook my head as I looked back at that dog food. How could they even think someone would eat that shit?
"No way, I'd rather eat my own doo doo." He laughed lightly and handed me a bunch of flowers, I smiled and reached to put them in the vase but he got up to do that and sat next to me again.
"How've you been ?" He asked and I shrugged.
"They said I'm doing okay, although... Ricardo, I didn't overdose." He sighed and kissed my forehead.
"Of course you'd say that Keira, I know how much you want to get out of here-"
"No... I'm serious. I remember taking a tablet as I was supposed to and then Maliya gave me a drink, after that I don't remember anything happening." He suddenly tensed up and I looked at him as he slowly fitted everything together.
"Now they're saying I've overdosed? That I'm a threat to other people on the street! I wouldn't hurt anyone!"
"Keira... you didn't overdose." I blinked hard.
"You just said that-"
"Listen to me, Maliya is an ex drug addict. She came onto me a day after you'd supposedly overdosed and you said you don't remember anything after the drink she gave you... think!" My mouth dropped, she was my friend why would she come onto my boyfriend?! It suddenly clicked into my head what she'd done.
"She put something in my drink... now because of my history with pills they think I've relapsed!"
"I know... argh fucking hell. I had a feeling you wouldn't do this, you had no reason to." I shrugged.
"They blame it on my greif and saying I've got bipolar, this is so stupid! I can't believe I'm in a psychiatric ward for this! I've done nothing wrong!" I shouted and banged my head against my knees, this place was starting to turn me insane. I couldn't believe what I'd let happen to me, was I really that stupid to see what was happening right infront of me?
"Keira! Stop banging your head man, this is Maliya's fault not yours there's nothing wrong with you-"
"BUT THERE IS! I've got an illness! I could pass this on to my kids if anyone dared come near me!" He sighed and cupped my face in his hands.
"I beg you stop talking. You're chatting shit. I love you for you. I promise you WILL get better Keira, it just takes time."
"I swear, sometimes I'd wake up wishing it was me laying where Rhianne was instead of her... I can't deal with this! I've done NOTHING wrong and yet I'M the one who has to go through all of this?"
"You're not alone!"
"YES I AM RICARDO! YOU HAVE NO IDEA! I DON'T HAVE A MUM OR DAD!" He sighed and got off the bed.
"I'm gonna leave you for a while until you calm down, get well yeah?" I nodded and he kissed my cheek then left. Once again, I was alone. I closed my eyes and as soon as I did Trevor's smirk appeared I quickly opened my eyes and the scars on my wrist caught my attention. I couldn't believe he'd driven me to this, I said I would stop harming myself but the image of his face alone was enough to push me to do it over and over again. What a great way to start the 15th year of my life, in a hospital bed attached to a machine and a backstabbing friend who'd rather have me dead so she could have my boyfriend, great right? I turned on the tv and started flicking through the 5 channels it had, nothing but crap was on so I ended up turning it back off and the door opened. My auntie poked her head round and a big smile crept up on my face.
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Keira's LifeTeen Fiction
Keira is a fourteen year old girl who looks like she has a normal life on the outside with a bestfriend who cares about her hair than their friendship. She doesn't care to share with her bestfriend that her sister is dying with cancer and doesn't te...