For a moment, I stared blanket at my hand. So thin... I had been skinny in the first place, but now, I...

"Someone bring me some food, please," I said, absently running my fingers through my hair. Except... my hair was gone. It had been cut short, and no longer even fell to my shoulders.

I glared at Amanda and Erica. That hair had been so pretty... how long would it take to get it all back?

Everyone around me was judging me while I was in the most undignified position I'd been in in years! It was enough to make me want to die all over again! But here, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even walk. Why hadn't they just let me die>

"Just... send in whoever is in charge of taking care of me, and everyone else go away," I said, my voice faint, tears trickling down my cheeks. This was so humiliating! I didn't want to be seen like this... why did I have to survive all those pills...?