Chronicles of the Anorexic, the Heroin User and the Sex Addict

The Anorexic in the Mental Ward

Warning: There is a lot of language in Adam's part. If you don't like harsh words, I wouldn't read it.

MADDI's POV

The Augustine Medical Ward was looming in the distance. I felt myself draw in sharp, short breaths. The air was getting a little cooler already and I could feel myself shiver despite the thick hooded sweatshirt I was wearing. The cold always affected me much more than it affected others. No matter the amount of clothing I wore, I could never help but feel frozen to the core.

Sighing, I forced myself to look away from the window. I was curious to the fact as why they made me sit in the back seat. The medical officer driving smiled nervously at me, looking at me like I was some sort of caged bear ready to explode. Which, honestly, kind of described me. Grizzly, full of blubber and angry. Perhaps I was a bear. And in that case, I should fully understand his behavior.

My bags were carried from the car, a simple suitcase filled with a few pairs of jeans, some sweatshirts and absolutely nothing sharp or promoting any sort of vanity. It looked like i'd have to remain make up free for a little while.

"Madison? Come with me?" A soft voice whispered from the lady at the desk. She was short, stout and heavenly with beautiful gray blonde hair and crinkly blue eyes. She was old, angelic and grandmotherly.

"Now, you'll be put on level one supervision until they trust you enough to move up. Don't worry, everybody usually moves quickly. Just try not to cause any trouble and they'll be out of your hair in no time." She flashed me a grin, and I couldn't help but to smile back at her. Her presence made me feel comfortable, something I hadn't felt from anybody in a long time.

"What does level one mean?" I asked, curious.

"Well, you'll have to have someone watch you eat at all times, you'll be checked in on a minimum of five times when sleeping hours arrive, and someone will need to be present when you are showering or in the bathroom."

"What?" I spat out. I could, despite my wants, understand why they would need to watch me eat. However, the thought of somebody staring into my eyes as I went pee scared me half to death.

Her smile warmed me again, "They won't watch you. Someone will be right outside the door or stall.  Unless you do something to make them think you are a dangerous threat to yourself. In that case, they will watch you every moment, no matter what you do."

"Okay." My response was simple. I knew my place, and there was no way in hell I would give them any reason to watch me shower...or defecate.

A few hours later I was completely checked in. Because of the surplus of patients, there was three girls assigned to each room. I couldn't help but feel cramped and uncomfortable as I tried not to stare at the other girls. The one had a permanent tired look on her face, with noticable track marks. I could tell because she reminded me of Adam.

The other girl appeared to be completely normal. She was tall, naturally thin with curves, blonde and sunny. Her smile was bright and flashy. I couldn't help but wonder why she was in here.

"Girls," A harsh voice interrupted my thoughts, "Cut the lights off, it's sleeping hours."

I sighed and settled down underneath the thin sheets. My body shivered throughout the night, startling awake everytime a nurse poked her head in the door. After this, it was six more nights and I could leave.

ADAM'S POV

The thought of Maddi in some twisted mental hospital made me sick inside. I knew how socially dependant on me she was, and I couldn't help but feel like she'd be all alone in there. What did it look like? Big white halls? Nurses with dreary faces and stern stares?