This is what I thought or at least hope happened at the episode of THE GLEE PROJECT- vulnerability. Where Marissa tells or really shows everyone she's Anorexic. And Also I didn't get to watch the whole Episode. So don't Judge me if what I wrote was wrong or I'll go all Lima Heights on your ass.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Glee Project and Glee... I wish I did though.

"I'm gonna change my board" I choked out to Emily and the others, my tear-filled eyes looking at all of them. Feeling like such a coward after watching Alex do his part of the video.

They all looked back at me with worried faces , all except Matheus who looked at her with tears still running down his cheeks.

"I just- I was watching Alex and he really put himself out there, and it's not right for me to walk out with a sign that says "Flawed" and then, um, not really specifically addressed.. issues that I had in the past." He looked at her admiringly, looking like he knew that was coming.

I suddenly felt the urge to purge. I wanted to cleanse myself, again. To wash away all the fat that made me ugly. The sudden feeling of wanting to be beautiful and skinny and- and wanted. It all came back. But I refused, I'm not gonna let this monster of a disease control me. Never again.

But I felt proud of myself for, you know, actually mustering up the courage to be honest,for once. Though wearing the sign was just as bad as I thought it'd be.

I felt so self-consious, I wanted to bolt out of the door and book the next flight to New York but I stood my ground looking at the floor as they tied my sign onto me. I looked up and I saw the camera, I stared at it wanting to smash the lense with a rock or something.

Anything to make it all stop. To not let myself be vulnerable in front of the whole world. To not show how weak and ugly I am.

The music began playing and the camera was focused on only my face so I had to make it good.

I diplayed my anger at myself for not being strong enough to handle this, the sadness ,that was still there, about not being beautiful and the pain of not being good enough, the depression and pain of being imperfect and insecure. I couldn't handle it.

But it was all too much and I began bawling my eyes out. I heard someone say cut. But everything was so blurry from the tears.

I felt someone lead me somewhere to sit. And strong arms hugged me, reassurance in the very gesture. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay." A gentle voice said. Wait, I know that voice! I looked up. Only to be surprised to see..

Cliffy! Who do you think is he? You can vote on who that you also you also have to wait for the next chapter.. PLEASE REVIEW! C'mon! Pleeaase! You know you want to. I have big puppy dog eyes and I am not afraid to is 'em.

-Melissa :D