Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or any characters. All rights to Nickeloden (I don't own that either)
Cat's POV
I stared at the plate of food in front of me and couldn't help feeling sick to my stomach. I didn't need food, right? Every day I would queue up with my friends in the Asphalt café and buy whatever so they wouldn't get suspicious. I just sat at the table quietly, pushing un eaten slop round with my fork, trying to think of the last time I had eaten the food I'd bought.
This all started the week I went back to school after summer vacation. It was a Wednesday night and I was at Jade's house...
"Be back in a second Jadey! Just using the restroom." I told her as I skipped happily into her bathroom.
"Don't call me that!" Came her fiery response.
"Typical Jade!" I giggled to my self.
I'm not usually interested in the interior of Jade's bathroom and I doubt you will be either but that day, there was something new. A small little thing in the corner of the room that was so tempting to use. This thing had the power to change the way someone looked at themselves entirely. Scales.
I knew I shouldn't use them as believe it or not I'm quite a sensitive person but in the end, I gave in to myself. I walked over shakily and stood on them one foot at a time. I waited for the few painful seconds it took to calculate my weight. Soon, the piercing sound of the scales beeping rang through my ears. It took me a few seconds to dare look down. The life changing machine told me I was 90lbs. I had no idea what that meant but 90 seemed like a high number to me. And that's when the unthinkable happened, I started to feel fat.
The next morning, I lay awake in bed and felt afraid. The noises of the cars in the busy street and the birds singing outside my bedroom window were replaced with voices inside my head that made me feel like I wanted to die.
"There all going to laugh at you."
"Even Santa Claus isn't that big!"
"I can't believe you even needed scales to figure out your fat. It's kinda obvious!"
These cruel words went on and on getting harsher and harsher making me feel like I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear even more.
That's when it came to me. The only way I would lose the weight was if I stopped eating and did loads more exercise. Seems logical, right? I thought so. I wish someone had told me how stupid I was being.
I went out and bought my own scales that day so I could keep track of how fat I was.
Every day from then on I would only have a yogurt for breakfast, skip lunch and just pick at my dinner. I would go to the gym most lunch times and work my self hard until I felt like I could collapse, in fact I did once or twice.
The next few weeks I'd been obsessing over the scales, each time hoping that the number would go down.
'Still 70 pounds! What do I have to do to lose this weight?' I thought to myself. I didn't realise my weight had gone down and by quite a lot.
My friends never suspected anything. Well, most of them didn't. I hadn't noticed that one had been keeping an especially close eye on my eating habits for the past few weeks.
And one day after lunch, Robbie finally confronted me about it.
A/N: Dun dun DUUUUNNNNN! And now you have to wait;)
