I'm so happy 'cause today
I've found my friends ...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ...
We broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze ...
'Cause I've found God

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

Nirvana- Lithium

Blair entered group therapy nervously. Therapy wasn't something Waldorfs did. Not one member of the family had ever been so fucked up that they had to have therapy and they absolutely never (and I mean ever) had to go to Mental Hospitals.

"Are you alright, Blair?" Chuck asked, softly. She nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Chuck didn't believe her. She could tell.

"Okay, come on then. You can sit next to me." They entered the room and Blair took the seat next to Chuck with a small, grateful smile.

"Look at her." She heard someone whisper and froze in her seat. Could it be about her? "I heard that she is a bulimic. Like, ew. She isn't even skinny. I guess her little habit didn't pay off." Yeah, that was about her. Chuck turned to them and they immediately stopped laughing.

"Shut your fucking mouth. You whores shouldn't be judging someone just because they have a problem, because, for that matter, so do you. Do I need to remind you why you're here? Say one more word and I will ruin you. I've done it before and I'll gladly do it again." Chuck said, calm as ever, what made him even more dangerous. The bitches shut up and a shocked Blair turned to Chuck.

"Who are they?" She whispered harshly.

"Georgina Sparks and her crew. They're just attention whores. They are bitches and they think they are better than everyone else. Just ignore them." Blair nodded, still hurt by her words. She's not even skinny. I guess her habit didn't pay off. And it sounded like her mother all over again.

"Will you just stop eating, Blair?" Eleanor asked her ten year old daughter. "You'll get fat." Blair dropped the piece of cake.

"I'm sorry, mother." She whispered.

"As you should be. I will not have a whale for a daughter."

Blair shook the memories off. It wasn't like that anymore. She wasn't fat anymore. She was in control.

"Hello." The doctor that entered the room said. No one listened, keeping on talking to their friends. "SILENCE!" He yelled and Blair almost jumped on her seat. The room fell dead quiet. "Thank you. I am Doctor Philips and I will be leading this therapy session." Chuck rolled his eyes. Blair could tell he didn't like the doctor and that the feeling was mutual.

"There's a new girl." Georgina spoke. "Blair, I think. I want to know her better and help her. She should introduce herself." That was so fucking fake.

"Indeed, Georgina. At least someone is taking this seriously. Present yourself, Blair..." he checked his file "Waldorf." She got up.

"Well I'm Blair Waldorf and I'm 16, from New York." The doctor nodded.

"Why are you here, Blair?"

"Because." She answered dryly, hoping the doctor would drop it and leave her alone. It was her first day after all.

"Blair, that is not how this works here. I ask you something and you answer truthfully. Nothing you say will leave this room. So, would you drop the attitude and be a little like Georgina, cooperative?" He scolded. Blair wanted to burst out of the room right then. But she didn't. Because Waldorfs do not run away.

"I'm here because I have an eating disorder."

"I see. What is your eating disorder?"

"I'm bulimic." Georgina whispered something to one of her bitches. "Excuse me? Would you like to share that?" Blair challenged, arching her eyebrows in disgust. Georgina smirked.

"I was saying how pathetic bulimia is." She answered, laughing. Chuck was shocked to see Blair smile.

"Oh... Poor you. The thing is... From the wounds on your fingers, I think you can't say much." She winked. "Because those only appear after you've spent a while making yourself throw up. So... Georgina. Is there anything you want to share with us? Because if you want to be a fucking bitch, I can do better. You can try to beat me though. I dare you." Georgina blushed in embarassement and Blair sat down.

"Well, that was not very nice, Blair." The doctor said.

"Are you kidding? She started it."

"And you gave her a reaction. Georgina is a very sweet kid and you shouldn't have been so mean." Blair looked at him unbelievingly.

"Oh, fuck you." A heavy silence filled the room. Chuck chuckled. The doctor tapped his pen.

"Get out. Now." Blair got up and left the room. "You can sit outside until the session is over and then come to apologize."

"I'm not apologizing." Blair informed. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She got up and, as she was leaving the room, Chuck took her hand. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Well, I'm leaving too." He told her. He turned to doctor. "And, you all can continue your pathetic little session while me and Blair go have sex." Before Blair could reply, he dragged her out of the room.

"Why the fuck did you say that? Now they'll think I'm a slut." She said. "I will not fuck you."

"I know." He smirked. "But Georgina doesn't. I fucked her once. Totally casual. She thought it was something more. She's fucked everyone in here but, for some reason, I'm her favorite."

"So you made her hate me even more?" Blair asked, a tiny bit scared.

"That's impossible. I like games and I want to know how you like to play. Now, tell me Blair, do you cheat?"

"Oh, Chuck, I'll do anything to win."

Lunch came quickly, much to Blair's displeasure. Chuck leaded her to the cafeteria and put her in front of a tray, sitting next to him. She looked at the food is disgust. She's not even skinny. Stop eating. Why are you eating that? You're a pig, Blair. Echoed through her mind.

"Are you alright?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, just not hungry."

"Have you eaten at all today?" She shook her head, after considering that lying wouldn't do any good. "I see. Then you have to be hungry." She looked down. He smiled, knowing he had won when she picked up the fork.

Georgina passed through her seat and say "667." Blair didn't understand at first, but then she realized that Georgina was telling her how many calories the lunch had. She couldn't eat that much.

"What was that?" Chuck asked.

"I have no idea." She replied. He sighed and nodded. "Look, I really am not hungry."

"That's too bad. The nurses won't let you out until you've cleaned your plate." He said, pointing to the nurses. So Blair started stuffing her pockets with food while the nurses were too distracted having a chat. "What the fuck, Blair?"

"I said, I'm. Not. Hungry." She repeated, keeping on stuffing her clothes. She even put food on her shoes. Chuck shook his head.

"Just eat the salad. Please." He asked.

"Ugh, fine." She said, picking up the fork and taking it to her mouth. She dropped the fork when the nurses went to her. "May I help you?"

"Someone told us you're hiding your food. Please, accompany us." Blair sent a pleading look to Chuck. Chuck didn't do anything. He just watched her go. He couldn't help her to keep this up. He needed to help her to get better.