****Hello everyone! Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I sure did! The turducken was amazing and i had the best apple pie ever! Gained 5 pounds though. :( So anyways here is chapter 12!

PS: Tech week for A Christmas Carol is next week! I AM SOOOO EXCITED! Know all my lines and blocking, while our Marley, Christmas Present, and Scrooge are still calling out line to our stage manager. I might post the play on youtube depending if the director lets me. :)

This is Rosalie's POV, the month is September, and remember...Rosalie is British.

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Chapter 13:

It's the middle of the night. I can't sleep. I can't help but look at the IV bag that I am attached to. It was giving me nutrition so that I can gain some weight. I hate it. I feel myself getting bloated like a balloon. I then look over at Mom, who is sleeping in a chair next to the bed. Before, she was watching me, but I guess she conked out.

Suddenly I hear someone walk into the room. Thinking it was a nurse, I pretended to be asleep. Only it wasn't a nurse.

"Rosalie! Rose!"

I look to see Ana standing at the foot of my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I hiss, not wanting to wake up Mom.

"To get you out! You can't let the doctors make you fat again. We were doing so well!"

"No, go away!" I turn away from her. Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm and squeeze it tight.

"We have to escape Rosalie! I am not letting you give everything up. You are still fat and hidiously ugly. I can fix that! Now get your fat ass out of bed and we'll get out of here!" Ana growls as she yanks out the IV. I yank away from Ana's grip and sit up. Pain seared through my body. I hold back a scream.

"Come on! We have to hurry!"

The room started spinning. Uh oh.

"No...I can't,"

"COME ON YOU FUCKING LARD ASS!"

I move to the edge of the bed, but the dizziness gets stronger.

"ROSALIE!"

I stand up, but the world goes black.

*S*V*U*

The world is still spinning when I wake up. There are nurses and doctors all around me. I am totally terrified that I don't even realize that I am crying. I hear the doctor barking commands.

"She's going into shock...on the verge of complete circulatory collaspe...IVs in both wrists...I want a cardiac monitior...get me an oxygen mask...cover her up, she's got no body heat,"

Where's Mom? Where's Ana? Everything is just a blur. Finally I black out again.

*S*V*U*

When I woke up again. Their were two IV's in my arms now. One for glucose. The other for plasma.

"You almost died again,"

I turn to find Mom back in the room. She looked worse than before. Her eyes were red and she was a mess.

"I don't remember what happened,"

"You fainted and you were so close to having a heart attack...I thought you were going to die,"

Mom started to cry again. I have seen Mom cry before, but not this much. She's Olivia Benson. She doesn't cry...but I guess I cause her to cry because I am total idiot. If I hadn't did this to myself...everything would be fine. I lean over and give Mom a hug. She holds me tight and buries her face into my bony shoulder.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," she whispers.

"No...It's my fault!"

"No I am part of that fault. If I only knew..."

"Mom! Stop beating yourself up! I caused this, I caused myself to be like this. You had nothing to do with this!"

Silence. Mom pulls away from me and she stares deeply into my eyes.

"I let this go on. If I had stopped this earlier...none of this would be going on,"

Before I could say anything, two nurses come into the room with a wheelchair.

"Time for the procedure," they say to Mom.

"What procedure?" I ask Mom. She looks away and says,

"I talked to the doctors and they say they want to insert a feeding tube for you,"

I am shocked. As I am wheeled into another room, I wanted to be furious at Mom...but instead I felt fear. What were they going to do me? Was it going to hurt? I am so scared.

When I get to the room. The doctor explains the whole thing to me...but it's all this doctor talk that I can't understand. Soon the procedure began. They numbed me with novocaine and each injection hurt like a knife stabbing me. All that went through my mind was, "I want my Mommy. I want my Mommy."

I didn't want to look. "MOMMY!" I squeeze my eyes close and just pray that this would all end. "MOMMY!" I feel them poking and prodding me. "MOMMY!"

"Rosalie? We're done,"

I open my eyes to find the doctor staring at me.

"Now, your left arm is going to be stiff around the shoulder for a while. When you've gained some strength, you'll be able to walk around with that thing,"

He keeps talking, but I don't listen. I fall asleep again.