“Well I should get
you back inside” Esmee said
putting Buttercup on the floor and glancing at her watch after five minutes of
silent walking. “George will be
wondering where you got to and he is on your next hour of reds. You can come
back out here with him if you want.
My heart sank when Esmee told me who was on my next hour of
observations. George scared me for some reason even though he was only slightly
taller than Esmee in height and was weedy in stature there was something about
him that made something inside me crawl uncomfortably. He was sarcastic all of
the time, making jokes about situations that lived in the depths of my own
personal hell. No degree of evil or upset ever shocked him. He normally just
seemed enthralled by the story no matter how sinister it was, making him
compassionless and unreachable.
“No it’s OK.” I said trying to oppress a shudder. “Maybe I will just go in the living room for a while or something. Saying
that, I am not sure I want my new face accessory to be hot topic of
conversation.” I moaned
remembering was still inserted into my nose. Surprisingly I could not feel the
tube that snaked it’s may into my stomach giving them open access.
“Try not worry too
much about that honey.” Esmee said gently
placing her hand on my shoulder. “The clients understand about things like this in here and as you know
you are not the only one with an NG tube right now. No one mentions Echo’s”
“I don’t talk to Echo.” I said looking at the floor as Esmee pulled her card key up from the
chain on her belt to open the door.
“You don’t talk to anyone,” Esmee said gently swiping her card making the door buzz open,“You should try and speak to some more people, you might be surprised.”
“Esmee I learnt
ages ago, that I am really not worth talking to.”
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