Maia's POV

" N-No, please guys. I-It's okay. I'm okay." I begged Jake, Quil, and Embry, who were dragging me to Jake's truck.
Only last week had Dr. Cullen put my wrist in a cast, thanks to the one and only Paul Walker.
Now, after hearing the whole story, my new found body gaurds were ordering me to go to a special group for "People like me" today.
I didn't need any help.
I didn't want any help.

They told me that it was Paul's fault, and now I had to get better - regain control of myself, and stop my obsession with weight.

What did they know?
I don't have any weight obsessions.
I'm totally fine.

No your not. If anything, you need to lose weight - Paul was right, fat-ass.

" Maia, you need to find out that you aren't alone - there is people to help, you know." Quil soothed.
Jacob put his arm around me, and added " Maybe these people can get you back to your former self, eh? We know you'd be much happier."

You don't deserve to be happy, Maia. You've brought this upon youreself.

" But I- I'm fine." I protested weekly.
" Maia, we just want to help you - please let us?" Embry smiled smally, a glimmer hope in his sad eyes.
" T-There's nothing wrong with my weight - I can handle this myself!" I groaned, exasperated.
" Your 15 and Dr. Cullen told us that from looking at you, he could tell you were quite underweight. " He retorted in the softest way possible.

I glanced over my baggy clothes, which hung loosely off of my body.
I was too fat to have an eating disorder. I felt obese, even.
You don't deserve too eat. That flubber on your body will keep you alive long enough. Pauls voice echoed through my head, stinging a little.

I felt absolutely terrible, worthless.

"We're taking that silence as an 'okay' to going to an eating disorder recovery group today! We're going to get you back to normal!" Quil grinned, Picking me up and spinning me in the air, being careful of my cast. I stiffled a giggle, before he quickly shoved me into the back of the truck and sat beside me. Embry sat in the front, and Jake started the car.

The right there was filled with a silence that wasn't entirely awkward - it gave me a chance to think, nonetheless.

I didn't care how sick I looked - not anymore. I just wanted to be in control of something for once.
Paul couldn't control my weight.

But, did I have an eating disorder?
Of course I didn't.
I was fine.

My body would never actually make me think "I'm hungry." Just because I didn't have appetite didn't make me have an eating disorder.

The truck stopped, and Quil took my hand and squeezed it, before pulling me out of the truck. We were standing outside a big, menacing white building. The words on the building in bold red letters read " Seattle Psychiciatric hospital" .
I looked at my personal body-gaurds as if to say ' Let me go back - I don't want to go in there.' but they ignored me, and practically dragged my frail body in through the doors, and into a waiting room. Embry went up towards the desk, asking the lady where the eating disorder wing was. She mumbled a few directions, and pointed up a dark corridor.

" Will you be okay?" Jake asked sincerly. I mumbled something incoherent.
Suddenly Jake placed his warm hands on each sholder, and shook me as gently as possible. " Honey, you will get better. You'll thank us for this in the future." His eyes glimmered with hope for me.
I wasn't worth his concern.
I looked away from his optimistic eyes.

Before Jake had chance utter another word, Embry walked swiflty away from the desk, and gestured us to follow him up the corridor. We haulted at an off white door numbered 27. I tentitively twisted the doorknob, and the door creaked open. I peered through, and there were many girls sitting in a circle. They were all the same - they all were skin and bone, with a far off look in their eyes. Layers and layers of baggy clothes were wrapped around them - and yet, they all looked so disgustingly thin.
These girls had a problem - not me.
I didn't even stop to think about my baggy clothes, or my blue-tinged nails.
I didn't stop to think of those horrible times where I would hide food under my bed to lose weight.
I didn't stop to think of them times where I would purge everything I ate.

Because, I didn't look like these girls .. did I?

Jake nudged me forward into the room - I stumbled inside, and my three body gaurds followed after for moral support.
No one spoke a word, or even acknowledged we were there.
The room silent, apart from the nervous jutters that made it impossible to hide the mental breakdowns in the's girls heads.

No, I wasn't like these girls.
I was fine.

Soon, a slightly underweight woman waltzed into the room. She had bleached blonde hair, and blue eyes - a tan so orange she looked slightly like a wotsit, and a skirt obviously smaller then her IQ level.
Why was she in here?
She wasn't like these girls - she looked healthy and -
Then it clicked.

She was the group councilor, who would talk to us about our 'Problems.'

Your only problem is that your a fat waste of space, Maia. Pauls voice sneered. Why did he torture me so?

" Now girls," The lady started in a phony, oh-so-fake voice. " My names Julia, and i'll be your group councilor."

The girls all mumbled something undistinguishable, like they didn't have energy to make decent conversation.

" You all have something in common. A poor self-image. A low self-esteem. A yearning for a better body. A loss of control. " Julia described. All of these things described me. " You know how I know?" She asked. "These are things that most people with eating disorders have in common. I know, because all these things once described me." I looked down.

'I don't have an eating disorder!' I wanted to scream out. ' I'm in complete control of my body!'

I seeled my lips, and spoke not another word, as I was woried that I would say something irrational otherwise.
This was going to be a long session.

Another short chappie - no excuse for not writing other then writers block - lets see how many of my reviewers are remaining faithful despite the long period of time!
CaitlinB54

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