Are you happy now
That she's on the ground?
And do you realize the words you say make bruises that don't fade away
Are you happy now
That you've brought her down?
And she's thinking that she won't fit in
'Cause you said something's wrong with her
Are you happy now?

-Are You Happy Now, Megan and Liz

When Blair found out Nate was cheating on her (with her best friend, Serena), she blamed herself. She hated herself for not being good enough. She hated herself because Serena was gorgeous and thin and she was just pathetic. So she tried. She wouldn't eat for a long period of time and then binge and stick her pretty little finger down her throat in less than one hour.

Her mother found out but she couldn't stop then. She needed to keep going. She needed to be beautiful. She needed to be Serena. She knew Serena was not perfect. Not at all. But... everyone loved her. No one loved Blair. It was always Serena. It'd always be Serena. She loved her best friend but she just wanted someone to choose her every once in a while.

Why would she stop purging anyway? It's not like anyone cared. She didn't have a reason to stop doing something that made her feel so clean, pure. She knew it was sick. But fuck it. Serena did dangerous things all the time and she was perfect. So why couldn't Blair?

One day, she fainted on the bathroom floor and woke up in a hospital bed. Eleanor then sent her away. Blair argued. But she knew there was no use.

The first time that she entered the mental hospital she felt like she was going to pass out. She didn't belong in there. She didn't belong anywhere.

That was until she met Chuck Bass.

That boy is beautiful, Blair thought as a dark haired boy walked up to her in that cold December morning.

"Hello. I am Chuck Bass." His voice was low and he held out a hand for her to shake, which she took reluctantly.

"Blair Waldorf."

"First day here?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"What is a princess in a Louis Vuitton dress and Chanel makeup doing here?" Blair rolled her eyes.

"What do you think?" She challenged.

"Suicide attempt? Mmm nah, you do not seem suicidal."

"I am not."

"Self-harm?"

"Nope."

"Drug addiction?" Blair laughed. She was a Waldorf. Waldorfs didn't do drugs. So she shook her head.

"Eating disorder?"

"That's what they said. I like to call it a diet." She joked. His smile turned into a frown. He didn't think it was funny at all. "Oh, loose up a bit, will you?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Why are you here anyways?" Blair asked. His expression turned dark for a second.

"I do not see why I should tell you. I do not know you, so I don't trust you."

"Get over yourself, Bass." She dropped the subject. "Wanna sit?" She asked, pointing to the space on the couch next to her. Chuck agreed.

"Why would you starve yourself?" He blurted out.

"I am not anorexic." She said quietly.

"Please tell me you don't…"

"Fuck you. I know it's disgusting. But it's not any of your fucking business." She spat, her eyes showing nothing other than hurt. She knew she wouldn't fit in. Chuck put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it softly.

"Hey, look at me." She complied. "I'm not disgusted. You have a problem."

"I wouldn't call it a problem. There's nothing wrong in trying to be a little prettier." He sighed. All the girls with eating disorder he met at the clinic felt like what they were doing wasn't 'that bad'. But, to him, throwing up your food after you eat it, taking a shitload of laxatives or starving yourself for days was not 'normal' and certaintly not a fucking 'diet'.

"Blair, you're beautiful." She shook her head unbelievingly. "You are."

"Thanks, Bass. But no need to be so cheesy." He smirked.

"In bed I'm rough." She hit his shoulder playfully. "Ouch, why did you do that? It's not like it isn't true." He said simply.

"Ew. Gross! I did not want neither did I need to know that." She said, faking forcing vomit. She regretted it right after she had done it. She looked down at her hands. "Sorry."

He smiled sadly, looking at his expensive watch. "Group therapy time." He said, faking excitement.

"No way!" He laughed.

"Come on, princess."

"Do not call me that." She ordered, fuming. Blair, Chuck noted, could not look intimidating at all. If only he knew how many people she fucked up with her bitchiness. He would like her even more. He was also into schemes and manipulation.

"No promises." He said. "You look cute when you're angry anyway."

A/N: I know it's a pretty short chapter but I still hope you enjoyed it.