"How's it going? You look pretty good since I saw you last time," he said laughing. "But still as pretty as you ever were." he said, with a kind, gentle, smile.
I smiled back.
"I had tubes galore, it was really scary when I woke up." I said. "They are sending me back to the freak house." I said, looking down at my scars, now clearly visable now that I had my hospital gown on. Jeremy didn't know about the cuts.
"Kersey?!? What did you do to yourself!?!" he cried, jumping up and carefully examining my arms.
I just shrugged. "Nobody cared. It was like they kept me company." I said, looking away. I knew he was disappointed.
"I cannot believe you! Why didn't you walk to me?? I'm always here for you Kersey!! Always!" he cried, pacing the room. "I don't want you to go to the rehibilitation center! That is the worst thing for you, Kersey." he said.
"It's to late, Jeremy. They are taking me anyway. I have no choice in this. If I had my choice I would be dead by now.'' I said.
"Do not say that again, Kersey. You should be thankful you are still alive!" he said hugging me again. "I care Kersey, I really really do. I want you to know that. We have never been closer than like whenwe were kids. Can't we be close again?" he pleaded.
I looked at his baby blue eyes and I made him a promise.
"It won't happen again, Jeremy. For you, I won't do it again." I said, smiling. He hugged me once more and kissed my forehead.
"We're close, Jeremy. We always have been. Even though I wasn't ''there'' half the time, we were still close." I said. We sat and talked for another hour or so, then he went home. I had to sleep, they were making me eat on my own tomorrow. I had to make Jeremy happy.