cafeteria brawl - noah

[kyle m. james]

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just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle looked around the cafeteria and sighed. He didn’t want to be here, because he knew that they would try to get him to eat disgusting things that would make him fat. He only wanted to stay skinny so that when Erik came back for him, he’d make him proud because he would be better and beautiful according to him. He was standing in a small line to get his food and looked towards the doors. Orderlies were stationed at every door, checking up on a few kids, and even wandering through the room. This room was crowded with them because of how many kids were here during meal time. He felt something hit him and he rubbed at his arm and saw that there was a tray on the ground. He looked up at the guy that had hit him and saw that he was mad. He whimpered and shut his eyes before expecting to feel a sting. He knew times like these. If Erik ever got pissed and something went wrong, it was taken out on him. He expected to he hit, or punished in a way for things going wrong. When he opened his eyes he saw a few orderlies looking towards them, and some taking a few steps forward. He shook his head at them and took a couple little containers of fruit off the stand, and grabbed an apple before moving away from the line and seeing one of them shake their head. They knew he wouldn’t eat any meat, or anything that had carbs in them. He refused to eat any bread, pasta, or anything of that sort. The only thing he would eat was fruit and vegetables. He sat down at the only empty table and popped a few of the blueberries into his mouth. When given the chance to eat, Kyle ate. When he wasn’t given the chance, he didn’t care. He could go days without eating before realizing it, or until someone reminded him. Usually the orderly around him would ask him, and he wouldn’t be able to answer, and they’d make him go eat over 500 calories which always made him upset. With Erik he got one, maybe two meals a day, and they were always fruit or vegetables. He was allowed to cook other food for Erik, but he was never allowed to eat it.

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[Noah H. Jackson]

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[kyle m. james]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle ate a few pieces of fruit and vegetables, and took the apple off his plate before moving away from the table. One of the orderlies walked towards him but picked up his tray and brought the rest of the food to the trash. He wasn’t going to eat more. Not after that scene. He was taking the apple to make them feel better, but he knew that he probably wouldn’t eat it. The orderlies probably knew that too, that’s why they were always asking him what he last ate, and he could almost never remember. As he walked out the door he saw the kid that had run into him with the tray. He saw blood running off his knuckles and he flinched. He knew that this was his fault. Of course it was his fault, he ran into him, and now he was mad. “A-a-are yo-ou o-okay?” he asked stuttering out his question. He was nervous. This kid had just been about to punch him, and now he was bleeding, and to top it off, no orderlies were around. Most of them were in the cafeteria, or with other patients. Since they just left, they believed that they were going to their rooms, or elsewhere where orderlies were. He was afraid of what may happen from him just asking that. The boy was obviously pissed off, so he didn’t expect him to be perfectly happy. He began shaking slightly as he leaned against the opposite wall. He could feel his heart rate increase, and his breathing picked up. He was beginning to over think this, and possibly have a panic attack. He never had experienced these before, because Erik was always able to talk him down after threatening him, or something happening.

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