I walked into the hospital, searching for the room that Kit was in. 179. Ah, there it is. I swallowed hard before walking in. There she was, talking to Darry.
"Hey," I smiled, kissing her forehead. "Two-Bit..." She looked over at Darry, then bit her lip. "There's something I need to tell you..."
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, making my way to Kit's apartment. I couldn't believe it. She was always so...confident, so beautiful. Why would she have an
eating disorder? There was nothing wrong with her. 'There's nothing wrong with her Tibby, this is all a bad bad dream. You'll wake up and she'll be alright.' I lied to myself, trying to make myself feel better. It wasn't working. Not. One. Bit.
I parked outside of her apartment, got her out of the car, and carried her into her room. She was so light. Like a feather almost. I felt like I had to be careful with her, or she'd break. I laid her on her bed and locked the door, sighing heavily. I turned and looked at her. She looked dead, all skin and bone. She looked frightening, but beautiful at the same time. She would always be beautiful to me.
"It's going to be all right, you'll see." I whispered, laying down next to her and stroking her shoulder. "No. There is nothing wrong with me. There just can't be anything wrong with me." Kit denied. I sighed and pulled her closer. I silently prayed that she would be okay. And I never pray. Ever.
