Welcome back to hell my love

Welcome back to hell my love

“We have a new admission folks” Ava shouted after giving me a few minutes. It was an approached used by some of the more gentle staff nurses to try and sedate the guilt and embracement that came with being the last person eating. For some reason they thought by keep everyone at the table and not eating for a few minutes would suggest that no one had noticed the one person that had actually kept the crowd up the crowd. It was a kind thought and done with good will but to be honest it didn’t help. It would have been just as conspicuous if she stood up in front of everyone and said “now Mi’s finished blithering about we can all get on with our day.”

 “As you all know being new here can be scary and hard so if our new arrival looks in trouble if any one who feels able could point him in the direction of staff that would be great.” Everybody who was coherent enough to answer gowned in agreement before silently agreeing inside the, self’s they would actually run in the opposite direction if the new guy so much as looked at them, or maybe that had just been me.

 I had only met two exceptions to this rule. Bella, who was dead and Summer who had faded into a depressive episode and was now hardly responsive. She ate; she got changed when prompted and slid her new uppers over her tongue and down her throat everyday with out to much of a protest. I had never seen the depressive side of Summer and I hated that I now had to bear witness to it. It was like living with her ghost.

“So do we get to call the new boy by a name Or has he got a diagnosis and nice box we can put him into to save time. We have an opening for BPD boy, High boy, angry boy, anorexic boy, OCD boy and manic boy at the moment,” one of the newer girls by the name of Rainy Waters hissed at Ava from her perch on the table It was strange for someone who normally never normally made to much fuss however she was here for a reason. Her emotions could run wild like the rest of and she had a point, we were all boxed at the staffs conveyance at times Even Emmet had made slips. Esmee was the only one who had never boxed or summed up. We were all names to her individuals in an insane world. Of course Esmee had been in our shoes. She had been anorexic girl, last to finish, first to puke.

“ I understand that you are angry at the moment Rainy and after the meal is over I would very much like to sit and have a chat about it with you however you know this is not the time or place but to answer the part of your that I can, the new guy coming in is a re-admission and some of our older clients may know him. For those of you who don’t. His name is Connor.