Title: A Hunger For Perfection-Chapter 5.

Author: Carly.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone involved in this story.



Amy kept her diet up as she promised to herself. Though, she had been a lot more secretive about not eating. If she was with friends, then she would either say she was not hungry, she was ill or would pretend she was busy then disappear to exercise. But if she had to eat, then she would only make herself sick straight afterwards. To do this, she'd drink a lot of water throughout the meal then pretend she needed to use the bathroom, as her bladder was so full. However, Matt still had suspicions of what she was doing. He decided he needed other females to talk to Amy.

"Can I come in?" he asked after knocking on the Diva's dressing room door. "Hey guys, is Amy here?"

"Umm, no. But you can find her in Vince's office," Trish replied.

"I'm not looking for her actually. I need to talk to you about her. Have any of you noticed she's gotten really thin lately?"

"Yeah, we all have but if we try talking to her, she gets really bitchy," Terri said.

"Well, could you at least try and ask if she's okay? I mean, from a female perspective, she might listen to you. Just keep trying and if she blows up then tell me. Thanks guys." He left then to finish getting ready and returned to his own locker room where Jeff was sitting, reading some leaflets. When Matt moved closer, he saw they were about anorexia. He sighed. He didn't really want to believe that was anorexic, or at least on the verge of. Why did she have to let it get this far? What even triggered it in the first place? Was it the death of her father? Had someone called her fat? How could starve herself? There were so many unrequited questions floating in his mind but Amy was the only one who could really answer them.

Meanwhile, Amy was outside Vince's office. She was feeling incredibly dizzy but Mr. McMahon had insisted on having a private meeting with her. Leaning against the wall, she tried to stop feeling so light-headed but nothing worked. She hadn't eaten a single thing that day, or for the last two weeks actually. Except for just drinking water, she didn't eat or drink anything else, afraid of piling the pounds back on. Vince opened the door and called Amy inside. She entered the room and instantly sat down, afraid she was going to faint.

"Now Miss. Dumas, I'm very concerned about you. A lot of people have made me aware that you've lost an excessive amount of weight lately. You know the rules, if you're under weight, then you are temporarily dismissed until you're better," Vince informed.

"Mr. McMahon, I'm not underweight. Yes, I've been dieting but it's stopped. It was just until, Invasion," she lied.

"Well then, you will have no problem in one of the medical trainers weighing you later." Amy was shocked. Twenty-six and she was being weighed. Everyone was treating her like a child and it wasn't appreciated. She left the office and went for a walk to clear her head. The giddiness had since stopped so she decided to jog instead. It was midday so all the other wrestlers would be having lunch at the arena by now and she certainly didn't want to eat. As she was running, she passed a pharmacy. Remembering she was out of slimming pills, she went in. She grabbed a basket and filled it with various things including the pills. Luckily, there was hardly anyone there and just an old bloke behind the counter. She bought the products with any inquiry about the pills. Smiling, she returned back to the hotel and hid the bottle in her bag, along with laxatives and a recipe book. It had become common for her to cook meals for Matt, Jeff, Shannon and Shane yet ate nothing herself when they were home.

Sitting on the bed, she tried getting some sleep but failed in doing so. She was barely sleeping anymore and it was really beginning to show. But Amy was wearing more makeup to hide the bags under her eyes and paleness of her skin. She climbed under the covers anyway, trying to warm herself up. Just as she got comfortable, there was a knock at the door. Sighing she got up and answered it.

"Hey," Stacy Keibler greeted.

"Umm, hey. What do you want?" she asked rather angrily.

"I need a word, that's all. Can I come in?" Amy moved aside and watched as the leggy blonde sat on the bed. "Amy, everyone is worried about you. Why are you loosing so much weight?"

"It's none of your fucking business. If you came here to talk about weight then I'd much rather you left. Oh, and stay out of my business. Tell everyone to leave me alone from now on. I'm so sick of the questions. Goodbye!" With that said, well yelled, she slammed the door and went back to bed. But the frustrations built in her body and the only way to get rid of the pent-up anger would be to exercise as she had learnt over recent weeks. Luckily, Matt was sharing a room with Jeff so he couldn't just walk in. After two hours of solid exercising, she finally came to a stop, breathless and worn out. Normally, she could have kept going but the fact that she hadn't eaten had made her weak. Her sugar level was at an all time low, causing her body to become extremely tired all the time.

Amy had stayed in her hotel room all day so that she didn't have to be weighed and confronted by everyone, Matt especially. But the next night, after driving home, they decided to have a barbecue. So, Shannon and Shane went around to Jeff's house along with Matt and Amy. When they got there, Jeff had already started grilling the food. Burgers. Steaks. Sausages. Loads. They also had creates of drinks. Her stomach turned at all the food. She quickly ran inside to the bathroom and threw up. It wasn't self- inflicted this time but all the bloody meat and repulsive smells had made her naturally sick. Matt chased after her and found her in the bathroom, holding her stomach as more contented came up. He knew she hadn't caused it herself this time, as he never once saw her stick her finger down her throat but watched as even more came up. He soaked a towel and pressed it against her head.

"You okay?" he asked.

"No, and I didn't make myself sick!" she snapped, fiercely.

"Hey, calm down, I never said…."

"Yeah, well everyone else does and I'm fed up with it!" Amy fled from the house in tears. Matt knew what was going on; it was another symptom…of anorexia.