When Kath woke up she was highly disoriented, she doesn't remember blacking out but blood loss and vomiting doesn't mix well I suppose. She looked around at the blurry world, it was bright all around and rather hazy. Is this heaven? Is she dead?! Oh god she is! Wait there's voices around her. Alright this is a false alarm, she's still alive. The world around her was bright and hazy because the lights above her are bright and her glasses aren't on her face. She felt around for her glasses and found them placing them on her eyes. She looked around and propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look. She was in a hospital room in a hospital gown with bandages around her hand, IV cords stuck out her arm and her stomach felt like it had just suffered a roller coaster ride. She came to a conclusion that she had fucked her hand good enough to need surgery. Her forehead hurt too so that was a question for someone if anyone walks in.
The door opened making Kath shoot her eyes to the opening door. It was a nurse coming in to check on her.
"Oh! Your awake! Good afternoon." She smiled warmly at the younger girl.
"Where am I and what happened?"
"You were found blacked out on the school bathroom floor by a fellow student. You were bleeding out from the hand and forehead and vomit was found in the sink. You must of hit your head when you passed out." The older female explained.
"I remember now... I punched a mirror repeatably out of anger over something and I vomited from hunger and the rush of my anger." Kath replied.
The nurse nodded understanding the situation well "I've had a patient like you before. He was suffering crippling depression, he's alright now thankfully." And that was the last of the conversation Kath could hear before zoning out.
Kath was kept in hosiptal for the next few days. The food was alright but there was positively, absolutely boring out of her mind. When the day of freedom came around she was allowed home but that means she has to go back to the shit hole people call school. Man she hated that place so fucking much, it was purely the trigger of her anger and moods.
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