I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 19: Do you know what they do to guys like us in Prison

○But nobody cares if you're loosing yourself ... Am I loosing myself?○

I have had to re write this chapter 4 times because every time, Wattpad says it's saved but in never shows up!! Prepare for a long one!

[[3rd PERSON PERSPECTIVE]]
It was three days after Lila proved herself to be a b***h and Bandit was worse then ever. She had sunken even more into the great pit of depression and had busted about three sharpeners, hideing their blades in the same spot as before but also underneath one of the sofa cushions of her bed. Her arms were slit all the way down and now she'd started on her thighs, cutting the skin in every direction, at every possible length and as deep as each one needed to be. She hadn't eaten anything, or at least eaten anything that she'd actually kept down because she was throwing it all up trying to be thin. Tyler and Josh were also now on her case while Doug and Seth also tried to get her to eat something. Asher didn't know what to do. He blamed himself for it, he thought he wasn't making her happy and that he should be the one whose able to get her to stop doing all of this to herself. Frank and Jamia were clueless. They thought if they gave her smaller portions then maybe she wouldn't feel so pressured into eating a lot which I guess makes sence but it wasn't helping.

{Bandit's P.O.V}
We were sat at the table as Jamia and Frank brought the food over. They set a small plate with a single slice of cheese pizza and a few fries on the side. Wonderful! Everyone started eating so I rearranged my plate shuffling the fries around to make it look like some had been eaten and then took a bite out of my pizza.

"Do you mind if I go?" I asked, muttering gently to Frank.

"1 more bite and 3 fries, then you can go." He explained with a soft voice still fixating on his food.

"3 fries?" I questioned.

"And one more bite of your pizza. Please Bee." He replied again, finishing with a weak smile as he looked over at me.

I sighed and did what he said.

"Thank you." He whispered giving me another weak, sympathetic smile. "Please don't throw it up!" He whispered only loud enough for me to hear.

Not promising anything. Definitely not!

I shoved my chair back and got up, walking out of the dining room and heading to the stairs. I walked up, playing with my hair for no reason and headed to the bathroom. I walked in, locked the door and tied my hair back into a ponytail letting the loose side pieces fall down before hanging my head over the toilet.

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I brushed my teeth and looked at the girl staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror and hated everything about her. I was about to move away and leave the bathroom but my head started to spin. Dizziness right? It was normal, I was pretty much always dizzy and my head was always hurting so it was okay but then something different started to happen and I knew exactly how that was going to end. Everything started to go blurry and fuzzed up. I unlocked the door and started leaving the bathroom as quickly as I could, walking down the little hallway and to the stairs. I tried breathing in and out and trying desperately to focus on something but it wasn't working.

I reached the stairs and held onto the banister as I tried to calm down when I noticed Frank at the bottom of them on his phone as he was walking past. He stopped in his tracks and looked up at me with a sad look painted on his face.

"I thought you'd try keep it down." He whispered gently with the hurt laced through his words.

I tried to ignore the pit of guilt I had now and just tried to breath and focus. Is it me or is it like 100° in here?!