Peter Pan - english version

Chapter 23

whoopsies, I accidentally posted the wrong chapter. Sorry for everyone who already wrote it. This is the actual chapter 🥺🥺
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I've been here for 13 days, which means almost two weeks. It didn't feel that way. It seemed like I was here for three days. The days just pass me and I don't notice it. As if I no longer exist.

I haven't seen Jace since this incident. Maybe it was better that way at first. Alan also said that I couldn't use any additional stress. It could only make things worse. I wasn't sure about that. I had the feeling that it couldn't be worse. It seems like nothing will ever change.

I was sitting in the main room eating my lunch. I would actually prefer to eat in my room, but Alan said I should try to get myself to other people. Still, I was sitting alone at the table. There are some people here, but they all have different problems. I don't think there is anyone else who fell in love with a non-existent person.

Alice and Izzy still visited me regularly. Of course I really appreciate this, even if I would rather be alone sometimes. However, I think that's exactly what they don't want. Leave me alone.

"Hey, you." said a female voice, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw a young lady. She had long black hair and red lipstick. She was wearing a black sweater and gray sweatpants. I didn't know her, why was she talking to me? She put down her tray and sat across from me.

I just looked at her. I wasn't really in the mood to talk. Especially not with strangers. So I looked away unkindly and continued eating. This didn't seem to bother her.

"Were you also forced to eat in the main room?" she asked. Again I didn't answer. "I did. I didn't want to at first, but now I think I should try it. Otherwise, I'm just sitting in my room or in my therapies anyway and-"

"Do you always talk so much?" I asked, but didn't look at her. Since when am I like this? Usually I at least tried to pretend I was interested.

"Back then yes, then no more. I'm just getting it back." she explained. She didn't seem offended. I didn't expect that. "Your food is better than mine." she noticed. I had meat with potatoes and a creamy sauce. I looked at her plate and saw that she had fish with rice.

"Do you have any strict eating plan or what?" I asked a little annoyed.

"No, but apparently you don't always get the same thing." she said. "This is actually unfair. I mean I wouldn't complain to them but-" Before she could continue talking, I exchanged our plates. I had nothing against fish.

"I haven't eaten much anyway." I noticed and looked at her now. She smiled at me.

"That's nice." she said. Was it? I liked fish more anyway. "I'm sorry if I'm annoying you. I'm just trying to find someone to talk to. It can get really lonely." she explained to me with a sad smile. Now I felt pity somehow.

"It's okay. I just don't like talking very much. Especially not with strangers." I explained to the unknown girl. She smiled and held out her hand to me. Her fingers were long and thin. She was wearing black nail polish.

"I am Camille and you are?" she asked. I gave my hand hesitantly, her hand was warm, mine was cold.

"Alec." I said shortly. She nodded with a smile and continued eating. I also turned myself to my fish.

"So Alec, how long have you been here?" she asked with her mouth full. I swallowed first.

"Almost two weeks." I replied and she nodded. "And you?" I asked.

"Two months." she let me know. Two months was a long time. Maybe time passed as quickly as it did for me. "But I'm feeling better again, so I hope I can go home soon." she let me know. I knew I had to stay here longer.

I wondered why she was here. I didn't think she seemed sick. Did I seem sick? I didn't want to ask because it seemed rude.

"I'm here for an anxiety disorder. I had a lot of panic attacks at the time, but now it's slowly getting better." she told me frankly. So my question would also be answered. "I will not ask you why you are here, but if you want to say so, you are welcome to do so. I am only very open about my illness. In the end, we all have our problems anyway." She said. She was probably right.

"I lost my parents and brother in a car accident, so I imagined someone and I got close to him. When I realized that he wasn't real, he disappeared." I let her know. She nodded and continued eating as if it were completely normal. I liked that.

"I was abused by my parents, that's how I became like that." she explained. I just nodded too. "But I saw that you get visitors more often." She said. I looked at her questioningly. Was she watching me? "Oh- don't think wrong. I only noticed it two or two times while you were sitting in the main room drinking coffee." she said. Oh, I never noticed it.

"These are Alice and Izzy. My best friend and-"

"Your sister. I thought so, she looks just like you." she interrupted me. I nodded. "Unfortunately, I'm an only child. I always wanted to have siblings." she explained to me.

"Must be lonely as an only child." I stated. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know it any other way." she let me know. "I am now used to my hospital room with three other people." she explained, again with her mouth full.

"I'm alone, but I think that's good for now." I explained to her but she shook her head.

"No, I thought that at first, but when someone came it was more comfortable." She said. Well, I think she should know, after all, she's been here longer than me. She put her cutlery on the plate and leaned back. Shortly afterwards a supervisor came.

"Mrs. Belourt, Dr. Gomez would like to see you." said the young supervisor. Camillie Belcourt. So that was her whole name. She nodded and wiped her mouth.

"Thanks for the meal, Alec. See you." she said and got up.

"See you." I replied and then she was gone.