Terrible Things

I awoke to the smell of bacon and waffles. I looked over and saw that Jessie wasn't laying next to me anymore. I stretched and got up. I walked to the kitchen and saw Jessie cooking.
"Morning sleepyhead." She said while smiling at me.
"Morning" I replied while yawning. It smelled amazing in the kitchen. Jessie has always been an excellent cook. I always enjoyed being the first one to try new dishes that she would try. Most of the time they were amazing. Except for the one time when she tried making squid. Ew.
She handed me a plate with a piece of bacon and a waffle on it. I just looked at it. "Scar," she said, "you need to eat." She knew I hated being forced to eat. She knew that I just really didn't like eating at all. I looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "Eat half of the waffle and that one piece of bacon." She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with a stern look. "Okay okay.." I walked to the table and sat down. I quickly ate the bacon because bacon is very good. I cut the waffle in half and quickly ate it. "Done." I said while throwing the rest of the waffle away and placing my plate in the sink. She hugged me. I know she hates seeing me like this. Hell. I hate seeing myself like this. I honestly don't like what I've become. I used to be a happy girl. I used to think the way to solve my problems was just to tell my parents. Now that they've disowned me, I can't really do that anymore. "Excuse me.." I said while breaking out of the hug. I walked to the bathroom and shut the door. I threw up my breakfast and sighed. I remember when I used to have to force myself to do that. Now it's just automatic. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Jessie talking on the phone.
"..Yeah I'll be home soon..mhm..love you too." She hung up and I looked at her. "Cayden got sick so I'm going to go home and take care of him." She looked at me with pain in her eyes. "Are you going to be okay if I leave?" I nodded. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. She gave me a hug, packed up her stuff, and headed home. I looked around my empty house. I felt a little lonely now, but that's okay. I'm used to it. I laid down on the couch, put in a movie, and drifted off to sleep.
I don't remember anything besides waking up in the hospital the next morning.

Notes

What do you guys think happened to Scar?
Sorry if this is a short chapter. I can't write long ones or else I get sidetracked.