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Sharks In Your Mouth
By SteffiSevenfold

 



Hayley caught up to me almost immediately, walking me to the lunch
room and talking animatedly.
I wasn't listening.
I was still thinking about Johnny and Jimmy, Michelle and Brian, Zacky and Matt.
Matt, my psycopath of an ex-boyfriend who should be locked away and fed once a day, who should have
no one to talk to and nothing to do.
Is he my ex? I guess we never actually broke up.
Whatever.
We got to the caffiteria and I was stunned, my thoughts losing focus on my friends for the time
being.
I'd hate to admit it, but most of these crazy kids are pretty attractive.
I turned to Hayley, to study her for the first time.
Her hair didn't look half as bad as I thought it did.
Yes, it was in a sloppy mess on her head, but it hung just perfectly, the bright yellow splotches
shining in the orange-red she wears so well.
Her eyes shined, happy for a reason I couldn't quite imagine, green reflecting the entire room.
She's shorter than me, around five two and her skin so pale it was nearly translucent.
Her lips are the perfect pout and her bone structure made me take a hit on my self esteem.
We walked to the lunch line, each picking up a tray and placing several items on it.
Then she walked to a table, me on her heels.
She sat down and patted the seat next to her, a smile placed on her face.
I gave a little smile at the fact that her two front teeth have a gap between them.
She looks like Spongebob Squarepants, I thought.
I sat down, placing my tray on the table.
Everyone stared at me.
I dropped my head, my eyes glaring at my hands.
I was hyperaware of the bruises and split lip I've received at a show Johnny took me to. They made
me feel more like I needed to be here than I really did.
Despite the fact that I was a senior in a crazy home, I felt not so crazy.
I just felt self conscience.
Whispers drifted in one of my ears and out the other.
I thought how insane I probably did look.
Uncombed blonde hair, a nest on my head. Cuts and bruises on my pale cream skin. My slender fingers
twisted in my lap. My clothes that I havn't changed out of in a day. Maybe two, depending on how
long those tranquilizers kept me down for. I probably had crusted drool down my chin.
Then I felt even more small and self conscience.
Talk about my bruises passed through my ears.
People were betting medication on what I was here for.
Despite my thinking that Hayley is a complete basket case, I turned my head and tried to hide behind
her small body.
She was picking at her food, not really eating it. Then I remembered that she said she had an eating
disorder.
Hayley looked at me with a concerned expression.
I couldn't help but to ask myself if this stranger was more worried about my well being than my own
family is.
During my mental debate, I hadn't heard my name being called.
A small, but forceful, shove to my shoulder broke me out of my moment of craziness.
I looked up instantly to meet the worried green eyes of a nut job named Hayley.
"Val, you okay?"
I nodded slightly and looked down at my hands again.
I hadn't noticed that I've begun to breathe abnormally until I heard ragged gulps of air coming from
my mouth.
I focused on my breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly.
My mind told me that it's the start of another panic attack, terrified of a new place and no
memories.
My body told me otherwise and my breathing slowed to a normal pace.
Hayley looked like she was contemplating on calling over our administrators.
She looked at me again, her eyes sad and uncomfortable.
"You sure you're okay?"
I nodded and smiled brightly, though my body and mind felt drained.
She looked back at the table, glancing at me every few seconds.
Now people were really staring.
Moments of unsteady breathing later, and lunch was let out.
I didn't bother taking my tray up. I didn't bother eating, period.
I nearly ran back to our room, Hayley on my tail.
Once Hayley was in after me, I told her to shut the door.
She did so quietly.
"What was that about?"
Now my breathing was absolutely normal and I felt fine.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
She looked at me doubtfully and I asked her where my clothes were.
She pointed to the cream colored dresser near my bed and I pulled open the drawer.
There it was. All my clothes, all my shoes, all my makeup.
I smiled a sad smile. My clothes reminded me of home and I didn't know how long it'd be until I got
another peice of home like this. Probably a long time.
I pulled out one of my favorite shirts off the top and held it in my arms, putting it to my face and
inhaling deeply.
It still smelled like home.
It's a light aqua color with a yellow kitty face on it. Half of it's head is missing and it's brain
is sticking out and oozing.
I actually have quite a few of these shirts and they'd make me fit in perfectly here with the
crazies.
I pulled open another drawer and pulled out a pair of deep blue skinny jeans. Then another drawer
and I pulled out a bra and underwear.
I kicked the drawers shut and walked to the bathroom, glancing quickly at Hayley who was sitting on
her bed and watching me, talking quickly and quietly under her breath.
I thought she might be counting.
Once in the bathroom, I frowned at the fact that there's no mirrors.
Probably to ensure safety, but jesus.
I peeled my dirty and wrinkled clothes off before putting the others on.
Back in my room, I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black socks and tugged them on, then
pulled a pair of dark brown moccasins.
My favorite outfit.
I pulled out my make up compact and looked at myself in the tiny mirror.
I looked like shit.
My black make up had run down my cheeks, smudged around my eyes, and ran down the sides of my eyes
and to my temples.
I did, infact, have dried drool stuck to my face and my cheeks were red and blotchy looking.
I walked back to the bathroom and turned the water on, cupping my hands under it and splashing it in
my face.
I jumped out of reflex at the cold the water brought. When I turned the faucet to the opposite side
and it didn't change, I walked back out to Hayley, my face and hands dripping.
"Why isn't there any hot water?"
She looked up at me, a far off look in her eyes.
"People have tried to burn themselves alive with the hot. They made it as hot as they could. One
actually burned a layer of skin off."
I looked at her, my face disguisted.
Why would people do that?
"So, they blocked us off from hot water."
I looked away from her and back at the sink. How is anyone supposed to shower in ice water?
My eyes narrowed and I splashed my face again, shivering once I was done.
I dried my face and put on cover up to mask the purple-gray bruises.
Then came my black eye liner and mascara and a light blue eye shadow.
Finally, I was satisfied with the result.
I looked at Hayley again and she was now on the floor, sitting on her legs.
Her grey skinny jeans were baggy on her thin frame, but her navy blue shirt clung to her.
She was shoeless.
She looked up at me and smiled that smile of hers.
"It's almost time for group."
My heart sunk.



Oh so very horrible and very boring.
Sorry about that. Will get better, though. I hope.
Thanks for the reviews, loves[:







 

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