A/N Okay, so the next chapter is the last chapter, remember if you have any scenes you want re-written from another POV, to let me know.

"How did she get this way? How did she get this way? Through trying to hide it." Sophie - Eleanor McEvoy.

Week 3

"I'm not starving myself. I'm perfecting my emptiness."

"I thought you looked a little ill." She whispers. Her voice holds no humour or excitement now.

It's weird seeing her without a trace of excitement or not bouncy around. I thought it would take something catastrophic to stop her bounciness. I can't understand why she's so freaked about this. What does it matter to her what I do, what does it matter to anyone what I do. They don't care. No one cares. Except Wendy. She helps me. She's always there for me. She's better than they ever were. She won't just leave me.

We both stand frozen for a few seconds. It's as if time itself has come to a stop, a moment of perfect clarity. In this moment I can see that what I'm doing is wrong, but somehow at the same time, right. I need to do it, it's as if by doing this, somehow things will eventually work out, as if my friendship with Wendy will somehow pull me through.

Alice comes to life first and storms out of the bathroom. I scurry after her, afraid of her telling somebody. She can't tell, she can't let them know, people can't find out what I did, if they know they won't let me do it anymore. They'll stop me. I can't let her do that. I have to stop her. I have to make her see sense.

"Alice, it isn't what you think." I scurry after her. I have to stop her, I have to.

She keeps walking. Where's she going? Is she going to tell someone? I have to stop her.

"Alice."

She ignores me. I catch up and reach out a hand. As soon and I touch her she whirls round. I'm suddenly afraid, the expression on her face is pure anger and for a second I'm afraid that that anger will be directed at me. Would she hurt me? Alice?

She turns to face me. "How is it not what I think? It's exactly what I think." She hisses. "You have an eating disorder; you were throwing up, what part of that isn't true?"

"Well..." None of it, it's all true, she caught me...My secret is out now.

***

"I could change you." She whispers.

"Would I be thin?" I ask.

"Beautiful." She whispers.

I don't know why we entertain this fantasy. We both know she would never change me. Edward would never allow it. He'd stop her.

"What happened to Wendy?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"Wendy? The girl we sat with at lunch. She was supposed to help me."

Comprehension dawns in her eyes. Should I have revealed my accomplice so early? Or should I have kept her hidden, my secret weapon. It's so late now for regrets. There's nothing I can do but move forward.

"Wendy." She hisses the name, the way a person would say Stalin or Hitler. I'm confused, Wendy hasn't done anything wrong. She helped me.

"What happened to her?" Alice's perfect features form a frown. It doesn't quite look right on her.

"When I tried to follow you she started screaming. The nurses took her away." Uh-oh, they probably sedated her. She'll be mad now. Will she forgive me? Will she be okay? So many questions without answers. I should be going to find her instead of dealing with Alice.

"She's my best friend." I whisper, and watch as Alice's face crumples up. Good, now she feels bad like I did. When she left, they all left. I was alone. With no one else there for me. She has Jasper, she has her whole family.

"Friend? Friend? She's killing you! You died Bella! Dead!" Her voice is beginning to rise in volume.

"I know." I reply. "But at least I'll look pretty in my coffin." A dark look crosses her face. Almost...angry.

"You know I have to tell, right?" She asks, sadly. Why? Why does she have to tell? I'm fine as I am, I'm happy. Just another week of faking it and I'm free. I can't let them keep me any longer, I can't risk it.

"Why? Can't you just let me be? What harm am I doing?"

"You're killing yourself." She whispers angrily. "You can't even see it!"

She turns away and I put out a hand to stop her leaving, to stop her telling. I know I won't be able to stop her but I have to try, I have to try and make her see reason.

"Please...Alice, I'm not doing anything wrong, it's my life...if James had killed me..."

"Bella!" She hisses angrily, "We saved your life for a reason. We want you to live." Edward wants me to live.

She tries to leave again and I reach out my hand to stop her. I can't let her tell. I have to stop her, by any means necessary.

"Alice. I can't let you do this."

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it? Even if I was human you'd be too weak to stop me!"

"Alice...please!" I beg, but it's no use. She's mad now. All I've done is make her angry. This isn't going to end well for me.

She storms off, quicker than I can possibly manage; her vampire speed too much for me.

I give in. I crumple down onto the floor, sliding down the wall. It's all ruined now. Alice has ruined everything. It's no use fighting now.

Part of me tells me to run, to find Wendy. To ask her advice. Wendy would know what to do. But I know there's no point. She can't help me now. Somehow I don't think Wendy can find a way to work a solution here, it's too late. I have to suffer the consequences now. I fold my knees up and rest my head on my arms.

I wish I'd never woken up. I wish Alice had never come back. I wish that they had just left me. Or never gone in the first place.

Heavy footsteps fill the corridor. This is it, they're coming for me. Coming to stop me. Coming to make sure I eat 'properly'.

By their rules.

I can't believe Alice sold me out like this. I can't believe she's done this to me.

The footsteps approach me and stop. And hand touches my arm and I lift my head to meet their eyes.

It's Carlisle. How did he get here so fast?

"Bella?" I look away, ashamed at what they caught me doing.

"Bella honey?" Alice. I can't believe she told. How could she do this?

Suddenly I feel a sharp prick in my arm. I turn my head and catch Carlisle passing an empty needle to a nurse, one I don't recognise.

"I'm sorry Bella. It's so help you relax while we get you sorted." The world begins to blur and as I turn my head I catch the sight of Dr Madigan, my psychiatrist, hovering in the corner, with a worried look on her face.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, but my speech is slurred.

The world tilts and I fall under.

"Don't eat anything today that you'll regret tomorrow."

Slowly I begin to make my way back to consciousness. I'm lying on my bed, in a brightly lit room. It isn't my own. I look around and see other beds, only a few occupied. Great, I'm in the communal ward next to the nurses' Station. So they can 'oversee' me. I look to see if Wendy is in any of the beds but I can't see her, which must mean they let her stay in her own room.

Suddenly I'm aware of something in my throat. I cough, trying to get it up, before realising they've put the feeding tube back in. Oh no, how long have I been out? I glance at the bag hanging above me head to find it half empty. Four hours?

Frantically I start ripping at the feeding tube. I grab hold of the end of it and scratch away the tape holding it in place. Scratching and pulling frantically. The girl in the bed next to me, with banded wrists restrained to the bed, begins to yell for help.

It's too late. I grab hold of feeding tube and pull, gagging as it comes back up, hysterically pulling, scratching.

I'm aware of gasps and shouts and suddenly an alarm bell fills the room but I'm too hysterical to really notice.

Two hands reach out and grab me. I already have the feeding tube out, but now I'm sobbing hysterically, too out of control to calm down.

I'm being held to the bed by the strange nurse as I hear another set of footsteps approach. I thrash wildly on the bed, afraid of them inserting another feeding tube.

I hear the sound of more footsteps.

"We can't keep her unconscious forever, it's a violation of patient rights, we can keep putting the feeding tube back in but if she keeps ripping it out the damage to her throat could have serious consequences. I also don't want to put it straight back in for the same reason. We'll leave her overnight and put it back in, in the morning, using sedation if necessary. I suggest twenty-four hour watch, can you arrange that?" The nurse nods her head. She must be the ward sister. "Bella?" She whispers to me. "We're going to leave the restraints on until tomorrow morning, and see where we go from there, okay?" I continue to ignore her. "I'm going to give you another stronger sedative now to help you sleep and I'll see you in the morning." I try to resist but it's useless. I'm still weak from the sedative they gave me to 'calm me down'.

"Call Dr Cullen and see if he'll come and see her tomorrow. Maybe he can persuade her to keep it in."

***

It's morning now. They put the feeding tube back in. There wasn't anything I could do. They gave me a mild sedative and besides, I was restrained to the bed. Wendy came to visit. She told me to go with it, accept the feeding tube or whatever because I've only got another week after this and if I resist, they'll only keep me here longer.

I stopped listening to her. I've stopped eating and accepting treatment willingly; against her advice. I know they're not going to let me go now, but I refuse to let them feed me willingly. I can't do it. It goes against everything I believe in.

I'm just lying her now, trying to plot a way to escape.

Dr Madigan enters the room.

"Hello Bella, it's good to see you. How are you feeling today?"

I ignore her. I hate that woman. Why is she doing this to me?

"Okay Bella, I'm going to remove the restraints now, so you can have a little walk with me. Your feeding bag is empty so I'll disconnect it, but I'll leave the tube in okay?"

I don't look at her.

"Bella, if I remove the restraints you have to promise not to try to take out the feeding tube again."

I still ignore her, but she releases the restraints anyway. She reaches up and disconnects the feeding tube and passes it to a nurse standing behind her.

"Let's get your dressing gown on okay?"

I slide to the edge of the bed and she helps me pull on my dressing gown. I slide on sliders and slowly stand up, dizzy at being upright after lying down so long.

"Are you okay?" She asks. I nod my head.

We walk outside the room and begin to walk down the corridor towards the locked doors. She takes out a swipe card and flashes it against the electronic lock. It flashes green and the doors open.

"I thought you'd appreciate some fresh air, you're entitled to an hour a day of fresh air and exercise, I thought we'd merge it with our session. It's nice to have a change of scene."

A/N: Remember for UK psych holds: Section Four = 72 hours, Section Two = 28 days, Section Three = Up to 6 months.

"Quod me nutrit, me destruit."

Translation: What nourishes me, also destroys me.

"So Bella, this is the garden." I stay silent, sulking, "If you behave you get visits here."

"So why am I here? I haven't exactly been on my best behaviour."

"I thought you'd like to know for future reference." She replies sweetly. So much like Esme.

"I'm only here for another week. I'm counting the days." I stress the last sentence.

There's an awkward pause.

"Actually Bella, we reassessed your condition. We've decided to keep you for a longer, unspecified time."

What? They can't do that can they? Just because of one little slip.

"What? Why?" I know my voice sounds whiney but I'm desperate.

"Bella, since the incident at lunch you've resisted all treatment and we can't help but feel any previous efforts lacked commitment."

Commitment. I'm committed to being thin.

No. They can't do this! They can't keep me against my will! It's my body, I can do what I like to it. I have to find Wendy. I have to ask for advice, I have to...I have to...

Black spots begin to dance in front of my eyes.

"Bella calm down. You're hyperventilating."

My breathing is speeding up, becoming out of control. I'm hysterical.

"Bella. Calm down."

I can hear the sounds of people approaching. Are they going to sedate me again? Force more vile liquid down my throat? Make me fat?

I start ripping at the tube left in my throat.

"No Bella!" I can feel hands try to restrain me and I resist against them, trying to shake them off.

"Bella!" Alice? Am I hallucinating?

Suddenly a tight pain grips my chest. I bring my hand up and grasp it to me as if it can, in some way it will ease the clenching pain in my chest.

"Carlisle, it's bad. This is it." The voice is familiar. I've heard it before, the same panicked tone. When?

Alice. When James attacked. When I was dying. Oh no, is this it? Am I finally getting my wish? Is this really what I want?

More Black spots appear in front of my eyes as I feel the world beginning to tilt. Is this it? Is this finally it?

I'm aware of shouting around me but it's all so distorted. Buzzing fills my ears. I'm dying. I try to rub away the pain in my chest but instead I find myself landing on wet grass. How did I get here?

Bella, Bella...please, you can't die. Bella, I love you. Edward? When did he get here? Oh no, are they all here? Are they all here to see this, my demise?

Edward I love you.

Darkness claims me.

Edward POV

I can't believe Bella's being so stupid, I get that we left but I thought that when we came back everything would be better, everything would be back to normal. I thought she'd forgive us, I never thought she'd turn against Alice, And this new best friend. Wendy? She seems so horrible. I would do anything to keep her away from Bella.

Suddenly Alice's thoughts interrupt me.

There's a wide open garden. It's covered in flowers and trees and benches. I focus in on a small girl and a Doctor. Suddenly I realise I'm at the hospital. Why is Alice having a vision of Bella? The doctor and Bella talk for a bit. She looks so sick, thin. How did no one see this before now? She's dying and no one realised. This is my fault for leaving. There's a feeding tube taped to the side of her face. Carlisle says that after Alice's visit she completely shut down, she won't even pretend to try any more. Suddenly I focus back in on Bella as she begins to scream and scratch at her face. The doctor puts tries to calm her but its having no effect. Suddenly she clutches her chest and crumples to the ground. I've seen this before. Last time. Can we save her again or is it too late? Nurses and doctors rush out of the hospital. She must have some sort of panic alarm or something. Someone's dragging a portable defibrillator. I already know. It's too late. Bella's gone.

The vision ends and I quickly rush to find Alice.

"How long have we got?" I ask her.

"Thirty minutes maximum."

"But Forks is over an hour away by car, we couldn't make it in time even if we ran."

Carlisle comes into the room at the sound of our raised voices followed by Jasper who walks over to his wife.

"Alice, what is it?" He asks.

"Bella, she's going to die."

"How long have we got?" Asks Carlisle.

"Less than thirty minutes."

Emmett and Rosalie enter the room followed by Esme, with a worried look on her face. She must have heard us. She looks really scared. I don't think she could cope with losing another child.

Carlisle throws a set of car keys at Emmett.

"You four take the Porsche; we'll go in my car."

I slide into the back of Carlisle's Mercedes; Esme goes in the passenger seat.

It takes us twenty five minutes to get to the hospital at Carlisle's speed.

I jump out of the car and start running towards the garden at the back of the hospital. Is it too late? Is it too late already? Is she dead or can we save her.

As I turn the corner I watch, painfully as Bella crumples to the ground.

"CARLISLE!" I yell.

I manage to make it to Bella's side pretty quickly. She's cold and still in my arms. Dr Madigan tries to pull me away but I shake her off.

Carlisle knees down on the other side of Bella and grabs the defibrillator.

"Edward, start bagging." He tells me.

I grab the bag and place it over Bella's mouth and nose. I squeeze it firmly and watch as her chest rises and falls.

"Again." I squeeze it again and watch as her chest rises. It's almost like she's breathing,

I lift the bag away from her mouth and watch as Carlisle places two leads to her chest, one on the top right of her chest and the other on her bottom left. He shocks her and I watch as her whole body shakes. He places two fingers to her neck, purely for show, none of us can hear a heartbeat. He shocks her again. He reaches out and feels for a pulse again. Nothing.

He nods his head at me and I give her two more artificial breaths.

Carlisle shocks her again.

Thump.

He reaches out to feel for a pulse.

Thump. Thump.

I smile and let out a hysterical laugh. She's alive!

Carlisle looks at me sadly.

"Edward, we haven't saved her. I'm going to run an ultrasound on her heart but if I'm correct the heart damage from severe anorexia is not only irreparable but bad enough to stop her heart, again. "He turns to the others. "We need to consider our options here. I think it's best someone calls Charlie to come say goodbye."

A/N: If you want any scenes re-written in other people's POV or if you want a few ONE SHOTS about what happens with Wendy let me know.