Give Me The Platform Tonight
Prologue: I've Got A Secret
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.
Blair Waldorf doesn't like the word bulimic. It implies weakness, illness and that's exactly what she's trying to purge herself of. There's a senseless, desperate logic to it that doesn't work, only self-destructs to a point where you're too broken to ever see its flaws.
It's a vicious cycle that runs round and round, leaving her a heap on her bathroom floor, the sound of the tap running mocking the sensation of blood rushing through her head.
Pathetic. But she doesn't like pathetic.
You see, all she needs is a nice, strong rock to pull her up. She used to have one, but it decided to become a star, abandoning her in a trail of tear soaked ashes. There's only one more person in this world she love (but not trusts) enough to handle her heart and her soul, delicate and fragile enough as they are, eroded by persistent battering. His name is Chuck Bass.
She would love to find Chuck, latch on and never let go of smoldering eyes and caressing hands, but that's exactly what he wants her to do and Blair Waldorf doesn't live to please.
Not him, anyway.
So she decides, after picking herself up off the ground because the porcelain is too cold and the marble's too hard, that what she needs to do right now is forget. And she knows a secret that will help her to forget very much.
Georgina Sparks is back in town.