Yes, bitches, I'm backizzle for the Powerless sequel. So yeah, if you've never read Powerless, go read that, or you won't know what's happening. Plzkthnx.

Enjoi, lovelies.

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"Smoking kills," Ellie said to a girl on the balcony, who was pleasantly taking a drag off of a cigarette.

"So does slicing up your skin," the girl replied.

Ellie shrugged. "Whatever."

Ellie dug her nails into her palm. She missed Paige. She missed Marco. She even missed Jay. She missed her mom and dad. She hadn't been able to resolve any of the issues she had, and now she was screwed. So here Ellie was, stuck here, in the looney bin, without anyone she knew or cared for. She curled up in a little ball in her bed and sobbed.

Her roommate, Brynn, sat up in bed. "You okay, Elles?" she asked.

"No."

Brynn climbed out of bed and sat down next to Ellie, rubbing her back. "You left someone you loved, didn't you, dollbaby?" Brynn smiled down on her.

Ellie merely nodded. "I left everyone I cared about."

"Doll, I know how it is."

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Ellie's POV

I sighed, sitting in front of the toilet in the bathroom. I leaned forward on my feet and put my hand on the flusher. If I just stuck my finger down my throat at the right angle, I'd barf up my food. So I did just that, flushing the toilet as I gagged. Nothing came up. I took a nearby toothbrush and stuck it down my throat. Yes, perfection. I pushed down on the flusher just as bile came up.

Tears filled my eyes as I started coughing. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. What I saw on my hand scared me. There was blood speckled on the back of my hand. I needed to spit, so I spit in the toilet. Blood. I started crying, screaming, "Brynn!" as loud as I could.

Brynn ran to the bathroom, her eyes wide. "Oh shit, what happened!" she cried, getting a towel and holding it up to my mouth.

I pushed the towel away from my mouth. "I threw up and started bleeding," I replied.

"We have to tell someone," Brynn said hurriedly.

"No!" I yelled.

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After the little 'accident' I called my mom. "Mommy, please take me out. It's so brutal. Mom, I'm not allowed to go to the bathroom by myself!" I cried, tears cascading down my cheeks.

"I'll think about it, Ellie."

"Please, Mommy. I hate it here. I'm going to come out worse than I went in..." I begged her and begged.

"Fine." I could practically see my mother chewing on her lip.

"I love you," I lied.

"I'll see you tomorrow, honey."

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I sat in Mom's car as she drove me home. "Ellie, I have to go to work, so I'll just be dropping you off at home. You can use the car if you want to."

I nodded, smiling. This had been way too easy. I had her wrapped around my finger.

As soon as I walked in the door, I reached for the phone. I punched in the number, then bit my lip until it bled. "Hi, is Paige there? Oh, okay. Dylan, could you tell her that Ellie called? Thanks. Kay, bye." I hung up, a bit discouraged. I walked into the kitchen, looking for a cup. I was parched. There, on the counter, sat a box of laxatives and diet pills. You have to be fucking kidding me, I thought. She is so stupid.

The toilet was cheering me on as I puked my brains out. I heard the door downstairs open and close, then someone hang up their coat. "Ellie?" Paige called.

I moved my hand from my mouth and flushed the toilet. "Paige!" I called. "I'm upstairs." I wiped the vomit from around my mouth, then sighed. The back of my throat was sore, and probably bleeding again.

Paige jogged up the stairs. "You okay, Elle?" she asked, glancing from my sweaty forehead to the dirty towel next to the toilet. "Were you just -"

"Hello to you, too." I sighed, tapping my foot.

"Ellie..." Paige was going to cry.

"Paige, please don't cry." I put my hand on her shoulder.

She shrugged it off.

Die young and save yourself.

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Yess...sequel. I know it's very unrealistic, but bare with me. Please excuse the suckiness. It'll get betteronce I get back into the flow of writing Pellie.Much love,

Zoe