They tip-toe around me. Jon, Mom, Dad, Isabelle, everyone. It's so hard, I've been back for about two and a half weeks and they still don't trust me. Someone has to be with me at all times — when I read, when I draw, when I go to the bathroom, when I eat, from the start of my day to the end. The only alone time I get is when I go to bed and for the first week, they didn't even trust me to do that by myself. I get it, I only just got back from the hospital after two years, but they wouldn't have let me come back if I wasn't better. Ok, mostly better.

I'll give you some background first. My name is Clarissa Morgenstern, but please call me Clary. I'm 17 years old. I have an older brother Jonathan, who is 20 years old and is in a relatively famous band with his girlfriend Isabelle. My Father, Valentine, is the CEO of a worldwide company Morgenstern Co. He always tried to find time for me, but it was hard, he's always so busy. My Mom is an artist, Jocelyn Morgenstern née Fairchild, sells paintings all over the world with quite a hefty price tag attached. She, like my Dad, tried to make time but she's always out of the country selling paintings or at her studio.

They were always so busy when things started to go wrong, I was always alone, but now all I want is for them to leave me alone. See for the past two years I have been in a hospital like, Centre being treated for Anorexia Nervosa. I was transferred there after the actual hospital deemed me well enough to begin treatment. And I was put into the hospital after my brother found me passed out in the foyer with a weak heart rate.

Before this all went down I was a normal teenage girl, I was a straight-A student, I was a cheerleader and I was on the track team. I didn't really have that many friends, but I would just hang out with the cheerleaders and my brother. Then Jon got a girlfriend and I started seeing him less and less, he was always out with Isabelle and the cheerleading season ended. Suddenly I had no one to sit with at lunch, I was always alone at home, I felt like everyone was avoiding me. So I started to control the one thing I could, my weight. I thought that people didn't want to be around me because I was ugly, I was too fat, my thighs were too big, I didn't have a flat stomach. I quit track and started spending all my time exercising but I wasn't getting results. I was exercising over two hours a day, which isn't much but it was all I could handle. Nothing was happening I was still fat, still had massive thighs, so I started to eat less and less each day. I was losing weight rapidly, but still, nobody ever hung out with me. It sort of became a game for me, I would see how long I could go without eating, how long I could go without anyone noticing. Turns out I could go longer than I thought.

No one noticed, or if they did, no one said anything. The first time my family had spoken more than a few words to me in months was when I woke up from the hospital. I had been unconscious for three days, weighed less than a seventh grader and the first thing they said to me was, 'Why didn't I tell anyone?' It was a rocky way to recovery, but I have almost climbed that mountain. I've been released from the hospital, I've gained more than fifteen pounds and I am a healthy weight for my height.

But now I'm facing a new problem, my family. I love them and I get that they are trying to make up for what they did, but I need some space to hear my own thoughts. After two years of being constantly watched, weighted and talked to, I don't want that from my family too. I feel like I am being smothered, I know they have my best interests at heart, but all I want to do is just have one day to myself. One day where I can draw whatever I want, binge any show I want on Netflix and stay up late reading like I used to do without being monitored like a test subject.

Jon doesn't really know what to do, he's lost and I just wish I could help him. He was able to handle it when I was in the hospital, but now that I'm back it's like re-opening the wound. The only thing keeping him together is Isabelle and his music. He blames my condition on himself because he can't find it within himself to believe that I am that screwed up. He treats me like I'm porcelain, like I will crack if the wind blows too hard. He just doesn't know how to act around me.

Today it's only Jon, Isabelle and me at home, Mom and Dad are both in meetings all day. It's the first time they are actually returning to work since I have got back. Jon is having his band practice here today, normally it would be at Isabelle's house but he doesn't want to leave me alone or provide me with a change of scenery. See what I mean about not knowing how to act around me.

He's asked me a thousand times if I'm ok with watching and having it here, which I am totally fine with. I don't overly feel like watching but I know that it will give him some peace of mind. The rest of his bandmates will be here any second so I'm waiting at the door because Isabelle and Jon are setting up in the music room. I hear a knock on the door and I open it.

At the door, I am greeted by the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I hear a faint, "Hi, I'm Jace". But I am captivated by honey coloured eyes. And as I stare into them, a sense of peace flows over me and for some reason, I know that everything will be all right.

Disclaimer :: I don't own anything, all rights go to their respective owners!

Hello, so this is my first and probably last fan fiction, I usually just stick to reading them! Sorry if this is similar to anyone else's fanfic because I know there are others like this and I know I am not the first person to do a story with this plot! Please feel free to review, any constructive criticism is welcomed. I don't think I will add any more to this, I kind of want to keep it as a one-shot kinda thing, I feel like I might ruin it. So if I do write a second part, read at your own risk :)

I am sorry if I offended anyone with this story, I did not mean too and I wrote this story with honest intentions! And sorry that there is no real mention of other characters, I did imagine them in the band or somewhere in this universe! (Apart from Simon, sorry if you like Simon. I just didn't see a way that he would fit in here and this is meant to be a Clace fic!)

I didn't really proofread so I apologise for any grammatical or something like that mistakes!

Have a great hour, day, week, month and year! Thank you for going me on this short adventure and I hope you somewhat enjoyed this short story!