Her. Part 32

The thuds, accompanied by a strange gurgling sound, were coming from the other side of the door. The gurgles were followed by heaving and groaning. I became frightened. It sounded like someone was inside of the bathroom, dying.

"Janine?" I called out to her from my bed.

When I didn't get an answer, I got up off the bed slowly and went over to the bathroom door. I scratched gently on the outside of the door.

"Janine," I called again. "Are you in there?"

My question was answered by another loud thud, followed by painful groaning sounds. I jumped back, afraid. I had to open the door, so I shook the fear away and yanked the door open. A strong and bitter smell suddenly filled the air. I covered my nose immediately, and I wanted to cover my eyes, too, from what I was seeing.

Janine was crouched over the toilet with her whole hand down her throat. Blood spilled out of her mouth. She fell backwards and hit her back against the wall behind her. There was the thud. She sat back up and tried to breathe, but only a gurgle came out. She grabbed her stomach in pain and groaned. More vomit and blood came up and spilled all over her ruined, pink pajamas. Blood caked in her matted hair. Vomit slopped on the floor and covered the toilet. She sat in her own blood and vomit as she struggled to sit back up and hover back over the toilet. I stood in the bathroom, terrified and disgusted.

"Janine!" I exclaimed.

She looked over at me, just now noticing I was here. She took her hand out of her throat and tried to speak, but a chunk of blood came out. She reached out to me with her b.l.o.o.d.y hand. It was like I was in the middle of a horror movie. She coughed up another chunk and spat it out. It flew at me and landed on my shirt. Still reaching out for me, she started moving towards me. Afraid, I ran out of the bathroom and onto the main unit, where Ms. Mosley and Mr. Anton were sitting at the counselor's desk. I called out to Ms. Mosley desperately. She stood up immediately.

"What's wrong, Kristen?" she asked.

I didn't tell her what I'd seen. I just told her that it was important that she came with me to our bedroom. I didn't want to make her panic.

She followed me quickly. When she saw Janine, she covered her mouth and nose. She almost gagged. The terrifying and sickening smell was overbearing. Ms. Mosley went over to Janine and grabbed her arms to keep her from putting her hands back in her mouth. Blood got all over Ms. Mosley's clothes and hands.

"It is okay, Janine," she said, as she seemed to try to be gentle.

However, Janine was not gentle. She fought back at Ms. Mosley and screamed, hoa.r.s.ely.

Ms. Mosley yelled at me, "Go get Mr. Anton! Please, Kristen! Hurry! And tell Geoffrey to call the nurse and an ambulance!"

I did exactly what she said. I followed Mr. Anton back to our room. They both tried to get Janine to get up and move, but she wouldn't. She just cried and tried to scream. She didn't have enough strength to fight back. Blood got all over the two counselors. The on-call nurse came into the bathroom with a needle that I knew too well. I stood back.

She said to Ms. Mosley and Mr. Anton, "I didn't realize it was this bad. You have to get back. You are getting her blood all over you. The ambulance will be here soon."

"I can't," Ms. Mosley said. "She will keep it up if we don't hold her down."

"Hold her," the nurse said. "I've got a sedative." The nurse went over to Janine with that needle ready.

Janine tried to scream as she saw the nurse with the needle come closer to her. Mr. Anton told me to leave the room. I ran before the nurse stuck the needle into Janine. I couldn't stand the smell. Nor could I watch my friend suffer in pain.

The ambulance then came for Janine. I sat on the main unit with Geoffrey. It was amazing that no one had woken up during all of the commotion, as they had when Rocky had attempted suicide. I was glad that Mena was not awake. What if I hadn't woken up? Would Janine have been dead?

I watched as the EMTs rolled Janine away on a stretcher. I thought of Rocky. Janine didn't have her head in a box. She was just silent and still like he had been. Her eyes were open, and she was staring up at the ceiling in a daze. It hurt to see my friend that way. I wanted to run up to her and tell her that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't do that. I didn't really know if anything was going to okay.

Ms. Mosley rubbed Janine's b.l.o.o.d.y hand and told her to be calm, and that she was going to be taken care of somewhere else. I wanted to go with Janine and be there for her, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

I looked back at the Girls' Unit as they rolled her out of the exit doors. I felt Death creeping around us. He was waiting around. He was stalking us, waiting to capture us. I took it personally when Janine was taken away. It hurt too bad to turn away. I had to watch as they rolled her out the exit door. Death followed behind her. He turned and looked at me before the doors shut and he showed me a bony finger. That finger waved at me, and then he and Janine disappeared. That was the last time I saw Janine.

CHAPTER 39.

It is one thing to be in a dilemma and another thing to be stuck. Dilemmas can be worked out with time and effort. There's usually a release somewhere that can be seen. But when you're stuck, you're in one place or situation without foresight. You wait until you can be free.

Here, at Bent Creek, I felt stuck.

After Janine was taken away, I found it hard to go back into our room. Her warm, pink blanket was lying on her bed. It was neatly spread out across the top. Her clothes were folded in each drawer of the dresser that she used. Her hair brush, toothbrush, comb, hair ribbons, deodorant, feminine products - everything - was still sitting in its place, waiting for her, as if she were coming back to use them.

Mr. Anton told me to go into the room to pack up my belongings. I couldn't stay in that room anymore. As I admired Janine's things, I saw her clearly in my mind. She was sweet and beautiful. I ran my hand over her pink blanket.

I remembered how she had cried on my lap that night, the same day when Dr. Cuvo hadn't come back and Rocky had attempted suicide. After Dr. Cuvo had left, Janine had become so upset. It was as though Dr. Cuvo had become a part of her. He had been like life support. Daniel had been the only one who had made her smile after Dr. Cuvo had left. Then Daniel had left, too. Maybe Janine had felt like she didn't really have anyone. Maybe she'd felt abandoned. She had admitted that she'd felt that she couldn't please her father and make him happy. Maybe she'd been stuck. She'd been stuck by herself, clinging too much to people who couldn't carry her.

I quickly packed up my things so that I could leave the room. On my way out the door, I ran into the maintenance lady. She was a short woman with wrinkled skin. She pushed a large cart that had cleaning solutions, and she smelled strongly of cigarettes and ammonia.

"You want to get out of my way so that I can clean up that mess in the bathroom?" she asked me in an irritated tone.

I didn't respond. I slipped past her and kept walking with my bags. Mr. Anton met me in the hallway. He grabbed my bags for me and kindly smiled.

"Come with me, Kristen," he said in almost a whisper.

I followed him down the hallway quietly, because everyone on the unit was already in bed. I wasn't feeling very tired, but was interested to see who I was going to be rooming with. We came to the door of the new room. Mr. Anton knocked once. There was no answer. He knocked again.

"What?" shouted a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

"We are coming in. Are you decent?" Mr. Anton asked. He waited a few seconds for an answer. She didn't respond, so he opened the door.

The new room was a lot bigger than my old room.

"You can take that bed right over there near the bathroom, Kristen," Mr. Anton suggested. He sat my bags down on the bed.

I looked around to see whose familiar voice that had been. Mr. Anton knocked on the bathroom door.

He said to the door, "Don't be too long in there. Kristen's your new roommate. So be nice." He turned to me before walking out of the door. "Good night, Kristen." He left me in the bedroom, alone.

I sighed heavily, relieved that he was gone. I unfolded my blanket and pulled out Janine's blanket. I had hidden hers inside of mine so that Mr. Anton wouldn't see it. I put Janine's blanket beside my pillow, folded up. I probably shouldn't have taken it, but it reminded me of the Janine I had first met when I had come to Bent Creek. She had helped me meet everyone, and she had been very friendly. She hadn't made fun of me or made me feel like a loser. She'd loved smiles, and she had just been beautiful to me.

I looked over at my new roommate's bed. She didn't have her own blanket. There was the hospital's thin, white blanket spread across her bed. I shivered, remembering my first night in Bent Creek. Then I thought about the familiar voice that I had heard when Mr. Anton had knocked on the door. I hoped that my new roommate was nice.

The bathroom door opened, and a grinning face appeared before me. Those large, dark brown eyes were menacingly sweet. She still had on her loose, black jeans, a camouflage t-shirt, and that tight ponytail. I imagined this as the full gear that she had slept in. That girl looked like she was always prepared for battle. She didn't strike me as the type of girl who wore nightgowns and matching, pink pajamas.

"Well, I guess we are roommates now," she observed aloud.

I kept my eyes on her as she walked past me, and over to her bed. When she lay down and turned her lamp off, I threw myself down on the bed and stuffed my face into Janine's blanket. I thought to myself, Mena? Mena! Of all people to be stuck with! Mena!

CHAPTER 40.

I knew that my mother was getting restless with me being away. When she came to visit me the next day, she brought my schoolwork and my last paycheck from work.

"I received your paycheck in the mail. Here's your schoolwork. This is your last year, so you need to hurry and finish up. You want to get your diploma before you are nineteen, don't you?" she said as she stacked the books up on the table where we were sitting. She seemed like her normal self, but more anxious. "Do you need anything else?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Thank you, Mom," I said.

I looked down at my school books. Physics 2, Calculus, Civics... What had I gotten myself into?

"Kristen," Mom calmly called out to me.

I had drifted off into a daydream. I looked at her after setting my books aside. They started to give me a headache.

"Do me a favor. Why don't you go ahead, sign the back of your paycheck, and endorse it to me. I can take it to my bank and get it cashed for you." She smiled sincerely. It was almost frightening.

I twisted uncomfortably in my chair. "Why can't I just cash it when I get out of here? I have to mail a portion of it off for my school tuition. I have to pay for this semester at the end of the month, anyway."

"Well, endorse your check to me, and I will mail it off for you. Besides, we don't know when you are getting out of here. And I also need the portion that you are supposed to give me so that I can get a few things."

I looked down at my paycheck with a slight frown. It didn't feel right, but Mom was right. I showed it to her.

"My tuition is due by next Tuesday. That's the end of this month. If it is late, they only give me five days before they add a late fee. Can you cash it and mail it off for me tomorrow?"

I looked into her eyes. Her smile went from frightening to warm.

"Yes, Kristen, I will do that," she a.s.sured me.

I believed her. So, I endorsed the check to her, and handed it over. As soon as she took it, she seemed to calm down. But it seemed like something was on her mind.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired from work. So, you have to take that test tomorrow. Are you nervous?"

This was the most we'd talked without yelling or crying since I had been in Bent Creek.

"Not really," I said. "It's going to be pretty simple."

"Well, I hope you do well on it," she said kindly. "And if you do have that Borderline Personality Disorder, I want you to know that we will do what we have to do to help you. If that means coming to the doctor every week, then that's what we will have to do, and if you have to take medicine, then we'll get that taken care of, too. I just want you to become a normal adult and be able to function right on your own. You will be eighteen soon and graduating from home school. I know that you plan on going to college, and you will be working and on your own. So I want you to be able to take care of everything for yourself."

The sound of her voice made me sad. She was so sure about what she wanted for me. On the outside, it seemed like she was any other normal parent, just wanting the best for her child. But on the inside, I felt as though she just couldn't wait to get rid of her problem. Her problem was me, and having to take care of me.

"Do you know anything about Borderline Personality Disorder?" Mom asked.

I shook my head. I remembered the book that Dr. Pelchat had given me, but I hadn't had a chance to read it.

"Dr. Pelchat gave me a book to read," I told her. "It's about BPD."

"That's good," she said.

An awkward silence crept in.

Mom broke the silence. "Can you receive phone calls here? Are you at that level?"

"Yes," I told her, "but it has to be during visiting hours or scheduled."

"Good. Lexus has been asking if she could call the hospital to talk to you. I guess she doesn't really have much time to visit, with everything that's been going on with her and John."

I shrugged. I couldn't think about Lexus or John. I had to be strong and stay positive to get out of Bent Creek.

"I miss her," I heard slip from between my lips.

Mom nodded at me. "I will give her the hospital's number. Everyone has been asking about you. Of course, Alison and Nick want to come visit you. They miss you. They have written you other letters, but I must have forgotten those letters at home. Oh, well. I'll bring the letters to you next time."

"Will you hug them for me?"

"Of course I will."

"And please tell everyone who's been asking "h.e.l.lo" for me."

"I will do that."

"And Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I will be out of here soon. I feel different. I feel like I can beat this, and I won't be doing anything to get myself back in here again."

Mom smiled warmly. It was a real smile, not a forced one. She believed me. I believed me.

After visiting hours, I immediately wanted to go back to the room to get the book that Dr. Pelchat had given me on BPD. I remembered seeing Mena go to the Girls' Unit. I knew she'd be in the room, lying on her bed, probably listening to music that screamed she hated the world.

Against my feelings, I went to the room anyway. When I walked in, the room was empty. Mena wasn't there. Relieved, I went over to my bed and grabbed the book from the bedside table. I looked at the cover. There was a picture of a girl's reflection from inside of a broken mirror. The shards of the mirror remained in the center. Pieces had broken out from the center and had scattered, causing the girl's reflection to look distorted. Her face was misshapen and disoriented.

The cover was playing tricks on my eyes. It made me want to open it. So I did, and skipped through the pages. The t.i.tles of the chapters looked boring: Borderline Personality Disorder, What is BPD? Who Am I? The Symptoms and the Root, The Borderline. One chapter caught my attention: Self-Injury and Suicide.

I read on. I found a quote from a girl who had been suffering with Borderline Personality Disorder at the time she was interviewed for the book. She'd written: "I tend to think about suicide quite often. When I think about it, it seems like the only welcoming solution. It's the only thing I seem to be able to think about, and it makes me feel as if I have something. I find it very hard to not selfmutilate, and I tell myself that this is what I deserve. When I hurt myself, the fear and the pain of everything that is going on in my life disappears."

It was as though I were reading my own words. Afraid, I threw the book down to the floor. I covered my eyes with my hands and tried not to see the girl's face on the front cover. I tried not to hear her voice speaking those words. It was easier to cut. It was so easy to cut so deep. Deep enough to get wire-sutured st.i.tches, but not deep enough to die.

Mr. Sharp's angry eyes breathed cold air through my heart that pumped hate through my veins. His shining eyes begged. He was upset. How long could I deny him? How did I think that I could deny him? He whispered through those silver b.u.t.terfly wings onto my skin, If you deny me now, then you deny me forever. I will leave you. You will be alone.

I was too scared. When the wings pressed to my skin, I jolted. The pain was not how I remembered it. It used to be so easy. But I couldn't do it. I put the b.u.t.terfly pendant back into my pocket, and I didn't hear Mr. Sharp anymore. Instead, the pain got thicker and heavier. I got up off the bed quickly and I rushed onto the main unit. Geoffrey was sitting at the counselor's desk. I leaned on the desk and greeted him. He smiled up at me.

"Hey there! Do you need something?"

"May I have a pencil and a sheet of paper, please?" I asked him.