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A/N:Well, since this was good fun to write, here's your next chapter. Enjoy. (P.S. Everything in brackets and italics (italics) are Amber's thoughts.

Trigger warning: Self-harm, attempts at suicide, some eating disorders. This is T for a reason.

Amber woke to memories of the previous day and the strong smell of the breakfast she loved. Trudy had obviously gone out of her way to make Amber her favourite that day, to make her feel better. (Poor Trudy. She thinks that it's going to help. She may say that she loves you, but you're useless and she's lying through her teeth to make you think that she likes you. You're just a dumb blonde and nobody really wants you.) She went to the bathroom and rewaxed her legs, feling her cuts tear open again. "Ow." She muttered, inwardly cursing herself for forgetting them. She hurried to get dressed, her skirt longer than it usually was for her, her tights twice as thick and she left her hair alone. Her shirt had much longer sleeves and her blazer was loose and strong. She rushed out of the house and to school, feeling bad for Trudy because of all the effort she'd put in to making something special just for her.

"Amber?" A male voice asked from behind.

"Not now, Jerome. I really have to get to class." Amber told him, not even turning around.

"Trudy wants you. She's called the school, said that you won't be in today. She told me to find you and send you back."

Amber moaned quietly. "Look, Jerome, I appreciate that she needs me, but I have tutoring in the mornings and she knows that and whatever it is that she wants from me can wait until after school. I love her, but school is more important than her having a go at me for not turning up to breakfast when I have to go. And if you could tell her that I have cheerleading and dance tonight, that'd be great. I might not be home for supper."

Jerome picked her up, bridal style, then carried her back to Anubis while she protested. "Trudykins, I have your blonde target. Where should I put her?"

"In here, Jerome, love, thank you." Trudy's warm voice called out, sending a pang through Amber. When Jerome had left the house, Trudy looked away from the cleaning she was doing and she faced the blonde, who was sitting on the island in the kitchen, looking worried. "Right. Out with it."

The cold tone and firm stare scared Amber slightly. It reminded her of her father, who had turned icily cold toward his daughter since her mother died. She swallowed and asked "What?"

"Don't 'what' me, madam, I know more than you think. You're starving yourself and I found those awful weight controlling pills and that nasty gym equipment in your room. I saw that bloodstain in the bathroom, I saw your cuts, the knife that's crusted with your blood. Tell me what's going on." Trudy's usually warm and loving voice was as icy and as hard as Mr Millington's and Amber was used to the warmth and love from Trudy, who never seemed to be cold and mean.

"I don't want to. It's okay. I'm okay. Please, Trudy." Amber looked scared, afraid that Trudy would hurt her. When she took a step closer, Amber squeaked and sobbed "Please don't hurt me!"

Trudy gasped. She'd never hurt any of her students, treating them like they were her own children. "Why would I hurt you, my lovely?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Amber sobbed, before shooting up and running away.

"Oh, Amber!" Trudy called, following her. Amber reached the rail at the top of the stairs just as Trudy got just below it and she climbed over. "No, Amber, don't you dare!"

Amber softly said "I don't want to hurt anyone any more."

She let go and let herself fall. (I'll never hurt her, Nina, Fabian or anyone else again.) The last thing she heard as she dropped was Trudy's scream of "Amber" before she landed on something hard.

And that's this chapter. I hope that this was what you were expecting. And if anyone wants more of this story, let me know. To PurpleDucks5, nine stones is how British people measure their body weight. Just to let you know. Until next time, hugs for everyone! C. xx