I was lying in bed. I couldn't move, I didn't have enough strength in my body. Maybe I should have eaten that pie. Oh man, I wanted to eat that pie so bad! But I couldn't. When I held it in my hands, my body screamed to me "STOP!". So I stopped. I put it back on the plate and took a bottle of water. And since then, I was lying in my bed. I looked at the alarm clock. It was 9 pm, the time when girls from my age are out to party with their friends. I didn't have friends. Well, I did but I really didn't like them because I knew the talked behind my back. I'm a creep, that's what they think. That's what the entire world thinks and that's what I think too. My mom knocked on my door and before she let me even answer, she already entered my room.

"Are you ok?" she asked me. Yeah, sure mom, I'm fine. I like lying in bed and just stare at my ceiling. I nod I was doing fine. "Do you want me to bring you some food?" my brain was thinking very fast. Should I? If I took the food, I'd be able to walk, go downstairs and watch TV with my family. But if I took the food, it means I'd be eating. And I wanted to do everything except eating. But I accepted. My mom was smiling, probably proud she was able to sale me some of her disgusting food.

Not long after that, she entered my room without knocking and put it next to me, on my bed. I pulled me up and rest my skinny back against the wall. I looked at the French fries and the cheeseburger. I took a French fry while my mom was looking at me. I felt the pressure she put on me to put that fry in my mouth, while my body was still screaming "DON'T DO IT!" but I did it. I put the fry in my mouth and started chewing on it. I felt the fat from the fry running on my mouth. I tasted the salt and the potato. When my mom got out of my room, I looked at the plate and started to count. 1425 kcal. I was going to eat 1425 kcal.

I put another fry in my mouth. And a third. And a fourth. And soon, all the fries weren't on the plate anymore, but all in my body. It was time to eat the cheeseburger. I first hesitated. There were already 1045 kcal in the fries, I actually shouldn't eat the other 380 kcal. But I couldn't control myself. Food had taken over my body, I felt the urge to eat. I took the cheeseburger, didn't care about the ketchup running out of it, and put it in my wide open mouth. The flesh and bread and ketchup and mayonnaise and salad and tomato and cheese mixed each other in my mouth. I ate the whole thing in less than 3 bites.

I felt bad now, real bad. I just ate 1425 kcal and I felt very bad. But my body was strong now. Strong enough to run to the bathroom and throw up. I felt everything I just ate come back and heard it falling in the toilet. I didn't even take the time to put music on, like a normally do. My parents knew this was going to happen. They had to hear it, they had to know that it was their fault. No, it wasn't their fault. It wasn't mine either. It was the fault of my brain. My brain stopped me every time I ate and it was my brain that made me go running to the toilet to flush everything I ate from my body. Stupid brain!

I looked at myself in the mirror. I put my hand on my fat belly. I looked at the scale. I took off my heavy clothes and stood on the scale. 94.8 lbs! I screamed. "WHAT?" how can I weight 94.8 lbs when this morning, I only weighted 92? Without hesitating, I ran back to the toilet and threw up again. I couldn't gain weight, I couldn't and I wouldn't!

"Bella, are you alright?" my dad asked, standing at the other side of the door.

"Yes dad, now go away!" I screamed to him. Well, I screamed… I didn't scream because I had no power in my body. All the power I had, was back in the toilet. My dad entered the bathroom and looked at me. I don't know what he saw, I daren't looking at myself, but I'm sure what he saw wasn't his beautiful, little girl.

"You're so pale, Bella." He said to me. I looked down, at my fat legs. Everything about me was fat and ugly. My hair was brown but had nothing special, my body was just fat, my eyes looked dead, my skin was pale. Everything was wrong. My dad lend me his hand pulled me up. He was helping me to stand on my feet, I felt like I could fall anytime. He put me in my bed like a little child. It felt good. He kissed my forehead and wished me a good night.

I fell asleep almost directly. Throwing up always required a lot of my energy.

I woke up that morning around 7 am. I was already up early, even on weekends. I dressed up, wore a jeans and a sweater that was 10 times too big for me, and ran downstairs. I prepared my parents breakfast while drinking a cup of coffee.

"Good morning." My mom said when she arrived in the kitchen. Her pink robe was a perfect match with her blue pajama. She kissed my cheek and sat on her usual chair. I gave her the toast and pancakes I made and her black coffee in her favorite cup. "Thank you." She said when I sat down.

"Aren't you eating anything?"

"I already ate." I lied. She looked at. I read in her eyes she didn't believe me but she said no word. "So, what are we doing today?" I asked her while drinking a bit of my coffee.

"We have to go to the supermarket. And the Blacks are coming to dinner tonight." Oh right, the Blacks. With father Billy Black, my father's best friend, Rebecca Black, the oldest daughter or the girl that was a part of the bully group when she was at high school. And what she liked doing the most was bullying the youngsters that were different. I was different and she liked to bully me, until she went to college. And since college, she asks me to forgive her. I did but I still couldn't find a way to like her. And then, there was Jacob Black. Jacob was buff and actually pretty good looking, and he was in love with me. How he could be in love with me was a mystery.

My mom and I were walking around in the grocery store. People here called it a supermarket but I saw what a supermarket was when I went visit my grandmother in Seattle and I can say, this is nothing like a supermarket! And how do you want Forks to have a supermarket? We had nothing in that town. It was empty and stupid. You'd think that everyone would be nice with each other because everyone knows each other but people were mean. They were mean in big cities and they were mean in little towns. The world was mean.

"Are you okay, Bella?" my mom asked me when we were at the cash desk. I nod my head and greeted the cashier.

"How are you doing today, Bella?" she asked me. "What do you care, bitch?" I wanted to answer to her.

"I'm fine." I answered instead.

"Bella! Hi!" Jessica Stanley said to me. A fake bitch if you ask me. Acting sweet in my face but talking behind my back when I wasn't around. "Oh my God, Bella, you should have come with us yesterday! Mike was so drunk last night! He almost kissed another girl, silly, isn't it? Oh, hello madam Swan." She greeted my mom and turned back to me, "Are you coming tonight? We are going to spend a creepy evening on the beach!"

"I'm sorry, Jessica, I can't. The Blacks are coming to dinner."

"Wait, Jacob is coming too? But he is a creep! Well, have fun then." Oh man, how I loved my friends.

I was helping my mother in the kitchen when Jacob entered the room, pushing Billy's wheelchair inside. "Knock knock." He screamed. He greeted my father and mother and leaned against the working table, next to me. "Hi Bella."

"Hi Jake." I kissed his cheek politely.

"Your dress looks good on you." I turned my eyes. Here we go again. "Thank you." I answered briefly.

"Oh, Rebecca is coming. She was with her boyfriend."

"Shit." I screamed when I let go a piece of tomato on my white dress. "Great!" This evening was going to be horrible.

We were sitting at the table. My parents were sweet enough to put me between Jacob and Rebecca while they were talking with Billy. It was good to have them to talk with Billy, they paid no attention at my full plate.

"Are you ok?" Jacob asked me.

"Yes, I am totally fine!" I screamed. Everyone was looking at me for a second but continued their conversation. I started to feel sick, seeing this food. I stood from my chair, excused myself and fell on the ground. The next thing I remember was the blackness I saw.