Graham and I went for our walk.
"She's roomed with you?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"
"Maybe she won't recognize me." I prayed. I knew she would. I think she looked at me when she sat down in the circle. Graham put his arm around my shoulder.
"Maybe it won't be as bad as you think. What are you worried about anyway?" he asked. I didn't know. Maybe I just never liked her.
"I don't know." I said. I didn't know a lot of things lately. I was really confused.
"Well, if she gives you any problems, you know where I am." he said smiling. I smiled back. We went back in and I went to my room to get my journal. Emma was there.
"Hello, Kersey." she said, not even looking up from unpacking her back.
"Hi." I said, plopping down on my bed.
"Jeremy has told me so much about you." she said. I didn't like where this was going.
"What about me?" I asked, opening my journal and messing through the things on the desk, trying to find a pen.
"That he loves you. But you cut it off. You should see him, Kersey. He's really angry." she said. I didn't even like her voice, she had a real erie voice.
"I don't care. It wasn't meant to be."
She shrugged. "Whatever." she said, then plopped down on her bed with her book. She was really skinny.
"How long have you been anorexic?" I asked. Maybe not the best question, but I was curious about those things.
"Almost 6 months. I was doing good until I "over-did it" they told me. My body was really weak and they put me in the hospital like 2 weeks ago. That place is hell." she said, not even looking up.
"I know." I said. "I just got out too." I said. Obviously this wasn't going anywhere so I left and went back out to the rec room. I wondered what else she knew about me.