Retching noises could be heard. In the dark sat a young girl. She cradled a toilet as she sat retching. Her breathing shaky and ragged.
Evie looked into the toilet and saw previous weeks' food. She smiled at the sight, but paused when she saw bits of red. She squinted and turned pale upon realizing it was blood. She muttered, "It is nothing but tomatoes, nothing but that."
She wiped her mouth with a fresh towel and threw it in her hamper. Satisfied, she started sneaking back to bed, but froze.
Mal sat in bed, her arms folded with a raised eyebrow.
"Evie, What were you doing?"
"Umm, nothing."
"I heard retching noises, and don't lie to me. You know what can happen."
"Ok, ok, I'm just sick. With a common cold. It's nothing serious."
"E, we're all worried about you. Doug's worrying himself to death over you."
Evie sighed at her words. She had noticed they were worried, but not that worried.
Mal yawned, she glanced at the clock and saw it was 2:15 am. She slowly laid back down.
"I guess we better get back to sleep, E."
"Yeah, we should."
"Goodnight, E."
"Goodnight, M."
Even though the purple haired girl fell asleep, Evie didn't. She sat in bed thinking, "Why was I cursed to be this way? I'm such an idiot. Why did I have to make them worry?"
Flashback...
"Evie! Where are you?"
"Right here, mother."
The Evil Queen looked at her young daughter and frowned. 5 year old Evie wondered what she had did wrong now. She had applied her makeup properly, matched her outfit perfectly, and she had excellent manners.
"Evelyn Grace Queen! You are getting too fat! How could a prince love you, when you look like that! No food, for a month.
The little girl sighed, even when she was allowed to eat, it was only a spoonful. "Maybe, Mommy is right. I'm getting too fat, I must stop eating." She smiles and thought of the prince complimenting her.
9 years later...
"Evie, come here."
"Coming mother."
A now 14 year old Evie walked daintily to her mother. Her mother eyed her slim body and sighed. She cleared her throat and began to speak.
"Evie, didn't we already say you need to lose weight?"
"Yes, mother but I-"
"NO! WHEN I SAY YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT, I MEAN IT! YOU STUPID GIRL! A PRINCE WILL NEVER LOVE YOU! YOU ARE SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM! NO FOOD AGAIN, FOR ANOTHER 3 MONTHS!"
Evie's eyes began to water, but she fought back the tears
"Y-Yes, mother."
She turned and walked slowly to her room.
"Mother is right, no she's always right. Why am I so fat? I have to stop eating. Evelyn Grace Queen, stop eating. No prince wants an ugly fat princess like you."