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I hate the hospital. I was confused at first, becose I have ben so drousy that everything past as sleep. I didn't pay atention to how many times the nurse came thru with meals or doses of medicine. I didn.t even watch where the sun was. It seemed the only person to keep me company was a litle girl with hair red as blood and skin as pale as white sand on the beach. 

My unknowing torturers visited comenly, but took no notice of my shy friend. When they came, they tried to tell me what happend to my mother repeatedly, to no avail. There seemed to always be a nurse posted outside my door like a guard, just waiting to hear the words "I'm so sorry about your mother."  One day the blinding light room came into focus and I felt my mind clear like fog on a sunny day. I awoke, unable to bend my right arm and left leg. I looked down; two strong casts were acting like restraints to hold me down. I turned my head towards the pale girl's chair and she was sitting there, her ankles crossed, staring at me.

"Good after noon Info chan!" she said. "Don't call me that blasted nickname!!!" I exclamed. She had come up with that name for me on one of my bad days." You just couldn't stop asking questions!!!" " Thank you, Captian Ovios," I murmured. "I could hear that!" she said dramatically. "Anyway, they put some strange sath on your face... now it's sparkly!?"  I wonder what she meant by sparkly, and why would they put medicine on my face? I remembered they put a mirror on the bedside table. Flipping over, I grabbed the small handheld mirror in front of my face. I gasped and my heart skipped a beat, because the girl who I saw was skared, the girl that I saw was starved, and last but definitly not least, this girl had 3 jagged scars stretching from her cheekbone to her chin. This girl wasn't me. It couldn't be.