A/N: Thought I'd just put it out there that I am extremely proud of this chapter. I hope you guys are too (:

I have had sooo many story alerts and favourite story emails coming in. I am so unbelievably happy that you guys do like this story! I thought it would be a major flunk because:

One - I'm not a very popular writer around here (yet ;)

And two - This story is pretty dark and gloomy.

People have been telling me this story has moved them a lot, which is just making me all that more happy. Ya'll are the best!

Also, I don't know if you have Sara Lee ice cream in America, but here in Australia, it is THE BEST ice cream eveeeeerrrrrr! I'm not really sure if you can throw ice cream up either, but we'll just pretend you can for now at least. It was the first indulgent thing that came to mind when I was writing.

Sorry, I'm giving stuff away again.

Sonny's chest heaved up and down, her clothes soaked. This would be an indulgence, this would be her award. She had barely eaten in the past three days, and she could feel her body weakening already. But that was just part of the whole cycle. First she'd feel weak, but it would go away. And then she'd be as beautiful as the other girls.

Right?

Sonny attempted over and over to click the lock on her door, but her hands were shaky. With a yelp of frustration, she turned the little metal object and breathed out calmly. It was all starting to get to her head.

She placed the plastic bag on a little bedside table and looked around her dressing room cautiously. She dug a spoon out of her pocket – which she had taken from the commissary – and sat down on the floor, her back against the wall.

With a bucket of Sara Lee Rocky Road ice cream in hand, Sonny shakily tore the lid off and closed her eyes.

"One, two, three!" she counted off, digging her spoon into the delicious chocolate ice cream. She savoured the little marshmallows sliding down her throat and the crunchy chocolate-covered nuts being crushed by her teeth.

Sonny opened her eyes after too many more spoonfuls. She felt tears threaten to fall as she stared at the empty bucket. Clutching her stomach, Sonny sobbed in guilt and regret. She had eaten the whole thing.

Letting a small whimper escape her lips, Sonny dragged her body across the room on all fours. She flipped the light switch and stared into the toilet, feeling somewhat relieved there was a way to get herself out of this.

"One, two, three!" she whispered, throwing her head back as she slid the finger down her throat. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Her hot tears dripped from her cheeks and onto the floor as she flushed away her problems. Sighing in what she thought was happiness, Sonny stared at herself in the mirror.

You're sick. You're disgusting. Just look at you.

Sonny's head swam.

Why are here? You don't deserve happiness. You aren't worthy.

Sonny jumped as the sound of someone's fist banging on her door startled her. Panic trickled through her body. She threw her hands under the tap and washed them clean, spraying air freshener. She couldn't leave any evidence behind.

Closing the door quickly, Sonny unlocked her door and flung the door open. "Hello?" she smiled fakely. It was Chad. Her stomach started freefalling before she could help it.

"O-Oh! It's you," she said awkwardly.

"I heard noises," he said, a strange look in his eye. "Are you okay, Sonny?"

Her name, in the form of that voice she was so used to, made her wince. Chad noticed, but didn't say anything. It had been so long since they'd really talked.

"I'm fine," she whispered. "Anything else?"

Chad ignored her question. "I really don't think your okay."

Sonny gritted her teeth. Why couldn't he just leave her? She was dealing with this just fine. She didn't need help – especially not his! "Well I really am, Cooper. Would you just leave already?"

He ignored her again, and glanced around her room. His eyes froze on something, and Sonny had a bad feeling it wasn't something good. Turning slowly, Sonny's eyes met the object of his distraction.

Oh, shit. The empty ice cream bucket.

"Yum," he said after a long pause. "Eat it all, did you Munroe?" he joked.

Sonny's felt the fire lick through her veins. It was a terrible feeling, one that she had no control of. But it also gave new life to her body that already felt so dead. Her eyes were ablaze as she glared at the boy that, once upon a time, she had been so in love with.

"Get. Out," she hissed.

"Sonny, no-"

"GET OUT!" she screeched. Chad gulped, his brow furrowing in confusion. Stepping back slowly, he walked away from Sonny, leaving her all by herself. Relief and pain washed over her. Feeling like she was suffocating, Sonny hugged herself, trying to reassure.

Sonny held together the remains of herself. She was broken.