Day Seven:

As you will have noticed, I took Sunday off. But, now I’m back 🙂 Today, seeing as Michelle Abbott made a special request, instead of giving a first line quote I will give you all a clue. The quote I am giving, comes from the Part One title page, and is the last two lines of a poem by Neverlandpoet…

“I killed someone, you see. I killed the girl, who used to be me.”

Can you guess what the book’s about yet? To help you out, I recap all the quotes:

1. “The nurse is asleep in the chair.”

2. “I stop moving and hold my breath.”

3. “Fast as I can, I snatch off the wires and stumble for the door.”

4. “We head for the dining room in silence.

I got away with it.

Becky and I sit together at the table, and I keep up a stream of banter—anything to hide how I’m feelin’. I need to find something, and soon, but I really want to go on the trip tomorrow. Gawd, why do they have to make it so tough?

It’s not like I want to hurt myself, well … you know, not like, hurt hurt. Just a bit of a scratch will do it. That’s all. Just a bit of distraction, to keep me going. I don’t want to lose it like I did the other day.

Dinner is awful. It’s s’posed to be veggie lasagne, but I don’t recognise it. The unappetising mush covers my plate, and I push my fork around aimlessly.

Afterward, Amanda—the nurse in charge—takes me down to the clinic. I know what’s coming. Guess I didn’t fool Sally after all. Sure enough, she checks me all over for marks or cuts or bruises. And I mean all over. Freak.

Mel would’ve been nicer about it. Roll on Monday.

“Happy now?” I ask, all stony-faced and hard-eyed.

“Mmmm.” Is all I get from her.”

5. “BOO!” I yell, just for the hell of it.

They both jump. Too funny. Sure beats morning TV.

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Hours later, Melanie flops down into the chair at the foot of the bed. An exasperated sigh draws my eyes to her. All I get is a hard stare. Then she rubs at her already mussed hair.

“What the hell, Kate?”

I look away, back at the TV.

Melanie snatches the remote and hits standby. I stare at the black screen instead. She slams the remote onto the table. I stare at the screen.

“You’re being discharged.”

That gets my attention. Startles me into looking at her. Just for a second. Then I go back to the TV. Too late, though—she saw. I shouldn’t ‘ave reacted at all. Now who’s the daft cow?

“Well?”

I shrug and stare at the screen.

“Don’t you care what happens to you?”

6. “What idiot am I to think I can hide the kind of girl I am?”

©2015 Harmony Kent

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