Come On Skinny Love

"Your skin isn't paper, don't cut it. Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it. Your size isn't a book, don't judge it. Your life isn't a film, don't end it."
This is what Jenny Rose Smith's life is like on a daily bases


5. Remember Me?

  Jenny Rose P.O.V

        My eyes open, and I can see a hospital bed, a monitor, and five annoying-but-cute boys gathered around me. "HEY!" A light-brown haired boy shouts. "Louis! Shuddup, would 'ya?" Liam whispered as I covered my ears. This situation felt like a Saturday morning hangover, but worse. The boys, that ache in your head, that one person who yells because they don't care about the other people. Not that he doesn't care. I slowly take my hands off my ears, a look a sympathy from Liam shooting at me. "Good morning Sunshine, do you remember me?" Liam stated, looking at me like I was five years old. "Yeah, I remember, but--" I stopped. "Am I-I in a hosp-pital?" I stuttered nervously. "Yeah, why?" A boy with hair like a basket of curly fries was on his head questioned. I was about to speak when the nurse waved for me to come with her. I got up and when I got near the door, the curly-fry boy and a boy with a bunch of tattoos stared at me, rubbing their chins. Then I noticed it. I was in a hospital gown,  and my butt was wide open to stare at. My face flushed red and i close the back, embarrassed as hell.

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