Chris's POV
I walked with my therapist to room C24 and he opened the door. I folded my arms and scratched at my scars and tats on my upper left arm.
I cautiously walked behind Dr. A and I looked around at the room. I'm guessing there is too many people coming into the hospital so we have to share rooms for a while.
Lilith looked like a nice person.
Her red hair was parted on the side and her fringe was neatly tucked behind her ear nearly.
She was a bit larger than most girls, but it was a perfect weight for her. She's not anorexic, hopefully. I really hope she isn't.
Her legs were shaking slightly and she moved to the corner of the bed farthest away from us.
I can tell she has anxiety. She had long sleeves on so I don't know if she hurts herself, which I hope she doesn't.
"Lilith," Dr. A spoke to her softly, "This is Chris. He's going to be your roommate, okay?"
Lilith nodded and wrapped her arms around herself as she sat with her knees to her face almost.
I slowly walked to the bed opposite her and Dr. Anderson left. She just sat still and was quiet until I got everything ready for myself on my side of the room.
I started up a conversation with her. Well, more like tried to start a conversation- about why she was put here and she just broke down.
I can tell she doesn't want to talk about it.
"It's okay, Lil. You don't need to tell me if you don't want to. I know it can be hard." I tried to caress her shoulder as a form of comfort, but she pushed away and curled up in the corner of her bed.
"I'll leave you alone if you would like. I don't want to make you feel worse than you do." I spoke with a half sad/half encouraging smile.
Her head was buried in her arms, but she nodded her head as if she felt like she was being rude and that she was ashamed of it.
The time passed and I hummed songs I wrote quietly to myself as Lilith curled up on her bed facing the wall. I hope I didn't make her sad or angry.
"Why am I so worthless?" she whispered to herself as she slowly walked to the bathroom with the shirt and pajama pants that she had brought with her.
Presumably packed in a bag by her parents or friends.
When she walked back in the room, I was surprised at what I saw.
*Lilith's POV*
I curled up on my bed and attempted to fall asleep and when I finally did, I had a nightmare about Josh breaking into my house and raping me.
I haven't seen him since he moved away to Wisconsin last year and I'm really happy about it.
I realized that I would need to change my clothes at some point because my shirt was getting itchy from the woolly fabric of it.
I grabbed my night shirt and some pajama pants and walked to the door, muttering things at myself as I walked.
I reached the bathroom and walked into a stall. There was a toothbrush left in it and it looked like it was used for purging at some point.
I wish I still purged.
Maybe I'd be skinny again.
I changed into the thin strapped tank top/shirt thing and pants and slipped on my sweat shirt until I was back at my rooms door.
"Hopefully, Chris is asleep" I whispered to myself. I walked into the room and he jumped when he heard the door open.
I realized that he was shocked because I hadn't kept my sweat shirt on.
Maybe he just thought I was disgusting, like everyone else thought, too. I walked to my bed and put on my noise canceling head phones I had in my bag.
I slipped on my warm long sleeve shirt I had in the bag over my cami and I drifted off to sleep slowly.
