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"So," The doctor Mr. Helgerson said to me at our second visit, "How much do you weigh?"
It's not like I could tell him the truth, after all, I told him I would get better after I was diagnosed with Anorexia and Bulimia.
"Ninety-One pounds." I lied. I was always lying nowadays. About my weight, about my mental state. I was about as happy as a mother giving birth- and that's saying g something. What it was saying I just didn't know.
"Ninety-five." He repeated doubtfully "Let's step up on the scale, shall we?" he motioned for me to step on the scale. I squeezed Edwards hand slightly and got up from the chair between Carlisle and my Boyfriend. Carlisle made it a habit to come with us on these visits, and it meant a lot to me so I can see why he was trying to make me happy.
I walked slowly across the room, but how slow can you really walk when the scale of hell is right across the room, not five feet away from you?
Beep. Beep. Beep. 78 pounds. It read aloud. I burst into tears, again.
"I-I'm so sorry!" I gasped. "Please don't put me into the eating disorder clinic! This time i'll really try to get better! Honest!" I blubbered on for awhile he just stared at me dumbfounded.
"Honey," He started carefully, "If we're to help you than we need to be honest with each other."
"Okay." I sniffled, I stepped off of the scale, put my shoes back on- and went to sit by the disappointed face of my family Edward and Carlisle. "Will I half to go to the clinic?" I asked curiously- panic setting in.
"Not today. But if you lose more than 5 more pounds, you will half to. For now you will just need to goto a group therapy. Listen to me, " snapped his fingers in my direction as if I was a dog. I turned to him, annoyed, "Its YOUR choice if you want to get better, understand? We can't make you get fixed, you half to fix yourself."
Joy spread over me. I wasn't going to the clinic! Yay!
"Alright, Alright!" I said, full of glee. I would get to stay with my Edward after all!
"We need to get that feeding tube taken out of you first. Please proceed to room 214." Edward, Carlisle and I stood to leave, but he motioned with his hand for us to stop. "Just Bella, for now. I need you guys to fill out some paperwork."
I looked at Edward with longing. Why didn't he get to come with me? He smiled and patted the back of my hand with his other hand but let go.
And off I went to room 214. My doom and my savior.g