"GIRL! GET UP!" A man's voice yells in my ear, deafening me for a second.
I try to open my eyes but can't. Everything feels heavy and I have a terrible headache. What types of medication did they give me?
"GET UP SO WE CAN EAT BREAKFAST!" the man yells again and I try to sit up but just fall back down in the bed.
I feel my arms loosen from where they were tied and the IV is pulled out of my arm. Then, I am lifted up and carried out of the room and sat at a table. I can still barely see, until the food comes. Oatmeal, yuck!
"Now," a female says in a high, annoying voice, "You must all finish your breakfasts or else you won't get your phone time or free time this afternoon."
What is happening? I don't get it at all!
The mean doctor walks up to me and places the oatmeal in front of me, the smell enough the make me half-choke. Still, I pick up the spoon and take a bite. If possible, it's even worse than the stuff I had yesterday. I take a few more bites until I feel like I can't handle it anymore.
Then the doctor comes and gives me a small pile of pills to swallow with some water and I already know that they're bad. But the people here are scary enough; I can't get them mad.
Carefully, I swallow the pills and almost immediately an extreme hunger and thirst takes over me so I finish the oatmeal and all the water. The doctor gives me a slight grin that looks evil, then takes me back up to the room that I'm staying in.
I need someone to help me, anyone.
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Left Out (Demi Lovato)
FanfictionA 13 year old orphan makes a new friend who introduces her to the music of popstar, Demi Lovato. But, what her friend doesn't know, is that this girl has some of the same problems that Demi did. (Cover made by: @IAmALovatic4Life)
