A/N I do not own Twilight.
"Bella, go down to Carlisle's office, and please, please, please, be truthful with him." He gave me my favorite crooked smile. Both of his strong, cold arms lifted me up in the air, and set me on my feet in front of him. "I'll be here after you get back."
I sighed and left the room, without meeting his gaze. What would Carlisle want to know? How much would I tell him? And how could I tell him about something that I didn't fully understand? Sometimes I think life would be easier if people just minded their own business! Wouldn't anyone in my place agree?
BPOV
My trip up to Carlisle's office was a little bit fast. Why couldn't it have been slower? Why couldn't life just have slowed down and give me a little bit of break? I mean I was still getting older and this walk to the second floor wasn't really that short, but it felt like it was. You know what they say, what you dread just comes faster.
The door to the office was left open for me, so I knew that it was useless to knock. I walked in and found Carlisle sitting on the chair behind his desk with his hands folded under his chin. When I entered the room, he smiled and motioned me to sit with his hand.
I gave him a small smile and sat down on the big wooden chair on the other side of the desk. Now that I think about it, I don't really remember there being a chair here. He must have put it there not a minute ago.
I sat there quietly and waited for him to speak. I mean he was the one who wanted me to come down here and talk; he was the one who wanted me to talk about the things I hated to talk about. So I was just going to sit here and wait.
After a minute of wordless staring, and an insane ringing in my ears, from the dead silence, Carlisle figured that I was not saying anything. "Bella, as I stated before, I just wanted to see you in my office so that I can ask you a few questions."
He paused, but I remained silent.
With a sigh he continued, "As Edward had told you the day that he found out that you were anorexic, we are all here to help you, well most of us anyways." He added when he saw my face. "The questions I'm going ask you needed to be answered with as much details as you can think of. Do you get that, Bella?"
"Yes," I whispered. I wanted to get better right? I wanted Edward to be proud of me, just for doing this one thing. What could be so bad about answering questions? I mean, Edward is so disappointed in me all the time from not eating, why can't I make him proud of me for answering a little bit of questions. "I'll do the best I can."
A true smile came over Carlisle's face. "Thank you, Bella. I actually believed that you wouldn't cooperate. The first question I wanted to ask you is simple. Do you think you are fat?"
This answer was easy, but I knew that it just complicated things. "No, not at all. I actually think that I am quite skinny. One of the bad perks about me being like … this."
Carlisle nodded. "Do you wish you were skinnier?"
"No. Again, one of the bad perks about all of this." Didn't I just make this quite clear?
Carlisle gave me a sad smile. "Just because you don't think you are fat doesn't mean you wouldn't mind being skinnier. I'm just trying to be as thorough as I can. Now, this next question will be a little embarrassing. When was your last period?"
I expected my face to go red, but it didn't. My skin was unusually cold. When was my last period? Last November? December maybe? Oh! Now I remember I got it on Thanksgiving. I was pissed that Charlie made me get out of my sulking to take a shower, and there it was. Then I was pissed because he told me that we had to go to Billy's. I remembered that I didn't talk at all. "Umm….last Thanksgiving."
Carlisle didn't think much about this little bit of information. At least, I didn't think he did, because his face didn't change from the frozen expression it was stuck on. It looks like Edward learned his poker face from his father. "When was the last time you ate a full meal?"
"Yesterday." Well, half a plate, but the plate was big.
Carlisle pursed his lips. "Without us here to help you, Bella?"
"Honestly, I have no idea. I would have to say it was when you left. Around that time. Sorry, I just can't remember." I gave him an apologetic smile.
"It is okay, Bella, I can tell you honestly do not know." Carlisle shrugged it off. "And the food, you said that it doesn't taste good, what does it taste like?
I scrunched my face up, and shifted slightly in my chair so I could rest my hands in my lap and my back against the back of the chair.. "Like dirt."
Carlisle nodded. "Why do you think it tastes that way to you?"
"I just don't like it, the taste just got worse and worse. I have no idea why. Last September the food tasted good, and then in October it tasted a little worse, and then in November it tasted worse, and I think you get the idea."
"So, as time progressed, the food that you ate just tasted worse and worse for you." Carlisle clarified. "Starting at what time? What time did you notice that the food starting tasting worse?"
"Umm… around the time of … your leaving." My eye's left his face, and landed on the wooden pattern of his desk.
It was silent for a solid minute. I think he was waiting for me to explain even more, but I had given enough information. Carlisle's voice finally cut through the silence. "So you started to notice that food started to taste bad once we left, and I'm going to guess that was the last time you ate a full meal. If this seems right, I think you have anorexia set off by depression, and the food not tasting like it should is only a symptom of this disorder."
"What? No, that can't be right." My head shot up. Carlisle's forehead was creased. It just didn't sound right. It didn't sound like something that could happen to me? But isn't that what most girls say?
"Why can't it? When we left you, you were extremely depressed, that you couldn't eat. Which is understandable, considering how much you are about to give up to spend forever with Edward. Also, if I am right, which in most medical cases I usually am, if you start to eat again then the food that goes into your mouth should start to taste better."
A/N Only like 3 or 4 more chapters left.
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