Effie stared blankly out of her bay window.

Rain trickled against the pain.

"Plink"

"Plink"

"Plink"

She rubbed her eyes, smearing black from last night's makeup across her hand.

"Last night" she thought. Where had she gone again? A bar? A party? Like it mattered. She had been plastered just like every other Saturday night.

She pulled her white down comforter around herself tightly. She was so cold. Well she was always cold; after all, not eating does that to a person.

After about thirty more minutes of listening to the rain, Effie stood. A rush of dizziness hit but it did not faze her. She was used to it. She stood in front of her mirror. The remains of last night's make up lay in streaks across her face and her dress was no where to be found. She stared at her almost naked body. She had been avoiding food for quite some time. Her thighs no longer touched and her stomach was as flat as a paper plate. Yet it wasn't good enough. She had been telling everyone it was a new work out when they asked. Her parents barely noticed. It's not like they ate meals together. Her brother and Sawyer however was skeptical. The only time she eats now is when he's around. "That's the price of being queen", she tells her self. She was obsessed with perfection and had no problem believing that it was attainable.

She was so close.

Effie threw on her robe and walked to Jem's room

"You up?" she yelled as she swung open his door.

"No." he groaned into his blanket.

Effie walked over to his desk and noticed three little white pills. She picked on up

"What is this?" she shoved it under his nose.

"Party favors from last night" he smiled groggily "They're nice".

"Brilliant". She put them in the pocket of her robe. He was too hung over to fight for them back.

She left Jem to his alcohol induced misery and went down the hall to Sawyer's room. They had known each other since birth so it wasn't all that strange when Sawyer moved in with her family that summer.

"Sawyer" she knocked.

"Come in, Effie"

His room was orderly and smelled of clean laundry.

"Just snagged these from Jem" she said picking the little pills from her pocket and placed one in front of Sawyer.

He frowned "It's 10 in the morning Ef."

"So?" she looked baffled

"So maybe you should go eat breakfast instead of drugs", he said to her pronounced collarbones.

Effie sighed a dramatic sigh. Sawyer was always being the parent. He would be perfect; styled blonde hair and big brown eyes. That is, if he was so goddamned up tight all of the time.

Effie left Sawyer's room and went to shower. All of his talk about breakfast made her hungry and that was a serious no. So she was going to do what she always did when the idea of eating crept into her mind; she was going to go shopping.