I do not own twilight
I wish I did
But I do not
Alice's little but firm hands were holding my arms. My collar bones popped out of my skin. My bra size, I knew, had gone from a 34B to a 36A. My ribs stuck out a little to far, and my stomach was flat. My skin was white, making me look even skinnier.
As Alice's eyes observed my features, I struggled against her cold grasp, with no success.
"Alice, let go of me, now." I sneered, as cold as I could.
She didn't seem scared by my demand, but she let go of me instantly.
I picked up my abandoned shirt off of the floor, and slipped it over my head. I made me way out of the kitchen, into the hallway with Edward waiting for me. He wore the most saddened I ever saw come across his face. It would have made me cry if I wasn't so mad at him. His eyes were opened wide and his mouth was opened in an O shape.
I turned into the living and laid down on the couch. My back was facing the room and I looked at the awful pattern of the back of the sofa.
It could be very well determined that Alice and Edward were talking about me in the other room. I didn't care though. So I might be a little bit thin? So what? It's not like I'm dying from it. No, I was going to die at the hands of Edward Cullen. I didn't mind being skinny, if it meant that I didn't have to eat. No, I didn't mind the smallest bit.
What could have been five minute's, or five second's time, past. Edward and Alice had reentered the room. I could tell because Edward gently picked up my head, and laid on his lap, his finger running soothingly through my hair. Alice sat down on the chair, the springs in the cushion squeaked.
I didn't look at Edward's face, but I looked instead at his lower stomach, that was covered with a red shirt.
Alice was the first to speak, her voice calm. "Bella, we have decided that we need to ask you questions to know if we can help, or leave it to a professional."
When I didn't answer, Edward sighed. He grabbed my face and raised it so I had to look at him. His face was contorted in ancient sadness, and pain.
"Bella, please, you're not well, not at all. Please, listen to Alice. I want you to be better. You need to get better." His voice was just as pained.
I slowly retreated from his grasp, and moved my head back to where it was before. I decided to ignore him.
He sighed. "Alice, can you please start the questions. Bella, can you please answer her."
I still ignored him.
"When was the last time you ate a full man?"
I didn't answer her, to the truth, the last full meal I eaten was in my early 'zombie' period.
"Do you think you're fat?"
No answer.
"Do you think you're ugly?"
No answer, again. Why was she still questioning me, when she (of all people) knew that I wouldn't respond?
"Are you addicted to the feeling of hunger?"
No answer. God, is this annoying!
"When was the last time you had your period?"
No answer. This is getting more embarrassing and more annoying. To tell the truth, I think I'm late, months late. Well, that's weird.
"Do you ever hide food?"
No answer. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up in one ungraceful movement, and looked Alice straight in the eye, "Alice. Shut up! Please. What are you guys trying to do? Huh?"
Both of the vampires looked shocked at my sudden outburst. Alice even looked a little angry, and for once she was speechless.
After a few seconds, Edward grabbed my wrist, and sat me back down on his lap. "Alice, I think we have all the answers we need."
Alice silently nodded. "I think you're right. But what do we do about it now?"
"Absolutely nothing!" I raised my voice a little.
They ignored me.
"Well, we have to make sure she eats right." Edward stated. "I'm sure the whole family would help."
"I'm sure, too." Alice said with a 'knowing' voice.
I grumbled unintelligibly.
There was no light in my room, when I woke up. It was pitch black, but I could hear Edward breathing next to me. I rolled over until I touched Edward's chest. I curled up against his side, my head leaning against his shoulder. I felt his arms envelope me.
"Good morning, Bella." Edward's smooth, velvet voice broke the silence. The light next to my bed turned on, brighter the imaginable. I squeezed my eyes shut against the light, reflexively burying my head against Edward's shoulder.
Edward shook me gently. "Time to get up. School today. I was just about to wake you."
When Edward saw that I wouldn't get up on my own, he gently picked me up, and threw me across his shoulder. He strode out of my room, and placed me in front of the bathroom door.
I leaned against the door frame, still dead tired.
"Have your human moment. I'll start breakfast. What would you like?"
"I don't really eat breakfast."
"Eggs it is then." Edward said, cautiously, he continued when he saw my expression. "Bella, please, just think about it for two seconds, is it really healthy for you not to be eating?"
I gave him the meanest glare I could, before turning sharply around, my hair fanning out behind me and strode into the bathroom.
After a nice, relaxing shower and my hair blow dried in perfect straightness, I walked into the kitchen to see Edward with one pan of scrambled eggs, and two pieces of bread in the toaster. Edward's face looked serious as he sprinkled shredded cheese over the eggs.
"You really don't expect me to eat all of the, do you?" I knew my face looked mildly repulsed, as it should be.
Edward turned towards me, he breathed in a huge breath. "It will be better if you just ate it without complaining."
"Edward, please, don't do this to me." My voice was small, and vulnerable.
He sighed. "Bella, please just eat a little." By now the eggs were on the plate and Edward was putting strawberry jelly on my toast.
"A little?" I asked, hesitantly. I mean, when I need to, I do eat a little, and I defiantly would do it for Edward.
I sat down at the table and started to eat a little on the side of the eggs. They didn't taste too good, but then again, what did now-a-days? I really didn't want to eat this. When do I ever eat breakfast?
After the first five (tiny) bites, I put my fork down. "Okay, that's enough."
I tried to left myself from the chair I was sitting in, but Edward's arms held me still. "More, Bella."'
"You said I only had to eat a little bit, and that's what I did." I tried to get up again, with no success.
"More, Bella." Edward repeated. He picked up my discarded fork, and scooped up some eggs, and put it up against my mouth. "Please, Bella, please."
I, hesitantly, opened my mouth.
He kept feeding me, ignoring all my protests and grabbed me whenever I tried to get up, until my plate was only half full. Then, I would not eat anymore, and I think he knew that.
He cleaned up after me, as I headed up the stairs to brush me teeth.
When I closed the door, I started to pace. I just ate a whole lot of the repulsive eggs, and one piece of toast. That's disgusting. Why did he make me eat so much? I can just feel myself start to get sick. I had to get rid of it.
I headed over to the toilet, to get rid of it. I stuck my finger down my throat. Suddenly, a little bit of the chewed up eggs came up my throat and into the toilet. It burnt my throat and cut off my air, so I made a little retching noise.
I went to go for another round, when a cold hand rapped around my wrist
A/N cliffy..maybe?
I don't know
But please review
33 katie