Title: A Hunger For Perfection-Chapter 6.
Author: Carly.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone involved in this story.
~Three Weeks Later~
Amy walked through the arena, happily. Finding her assigned locker room, she walked in to find Matt talking on the phone. She quietly sat down and flipped through a magazine until he finished his conversation. When he turned to look at Amy, he was distraught by her appearance. He hadn't seen her for the past three weeks and now really saw the difference. Her cheeks had sunk in a bit more, she looked tired and pale, her clothes hung even looser off her body and the sparkle had disappeared from her hazel eyes.
"I met someone last night!" she gushed, smiling.
"Oh what? Really? Who?" he asked shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts.
"Bryan. He's coming to meet me after the show. Though, if he's taking me out then something might happen but I look too fat. I need to lose weight."
"Are you crazy? Amy, you're too thin now!"
"Matt, I'm not having this conversation again. Just be happy for me. God." He shook his head in disbelief. There was never a right time to discuss the situation of her weight. He watched as Amy left the room angrily. He flopped back on the sofa, sighing heavily. He had to figure out a way to stop it before it got completely out of hand. He knew the damage it could case; he'd seen it happen to his cousin. She'd started dieting but was soon in hospital with heart and kidney failure. She'd just about managed to pull through in time. If she had left it any longer, it would have been fatal. And now Amy was following down that same path but Matt wasn't going to let that happen. Somehow, someway, he'd stop her.
That evening, after the show, Matt was trying to find Amy. He walked into the parking lot of the arena and saw her kissing a tall, blonde bloke who he guessed was Bryan. He continued walking over and called her away but she refused to 'talk', knowing what the conversation would involve. Instead, he walked away and got into his own car to drive back to the home as the Federation was in North Carolina for that week. It wasn't long, half an hour to be exact, when Amy walked through the door, apologising. She had felt guilty snapping at Matt earlier. And she had promised to start eating properly…again. It was just a false promise. But as a fortnight, she seemed that she was eating again…right?
Wrong. Amy woke up on a Thursday morning, knowing Matt and Jeff would be calling around. So, she went downstairs and made a bowl of cereal only to throw it away and leave the bowl on the sink. She did the same with the Chinese she ordered the night before. She emptied it into the toilet and flushed it, getting rid of it all. She had learnt this had stopped them accusing her so much. She quickly changed then started doing her normal routine exercises. Three hundred sit-ups, fifty press-ups, an hour on the running machine, stretches, exercise bike for another hour and repeat. And as usual, she was completely exhausted. But she still found the energy to weigh herself. Ninety-eight pounds, that's all she was. But then why was she still so fat?
There was a knock at the door and she went to answer it. Bryan was there with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. He handed them to Amy and kissed her in greeting. Her heart and face lit up. Ushering him inside, she closed the door then joined him on the couch. They talked for a bit then watched TV. After a while, he offered to take her out for a meal later. Amy instantly refused without hesitation then quickly explained that she was busy after seeing the expression on his face. Amy kissed him so they didn't have to talk anymore, and it soon became intense. They didn't even hear the back door shut. Matt and Jeff entered through the kitchen. He looked at the used bowl on the sink and smiled.
"Seems like she kept her promise," he said to Jeff. The younger Hardy nodded in agreement, also happy to see that she was eating again, or so they thought. She did start to have colour in her cheeks and looked as though she was putting the weight back on but they weren't really sure as she continued to wear baggy clothes, even in the ring. Instead of the tight short tops she usually wore, she now went out in t-shirts that always covered her stomach. A few days later, tough, his fears were answered again. They decided to go clubbing after the house show. Matt had finished getting ready so went to call for Amy. She had gotten her own room again, claiming she was ill and didn't want him to catch whatever she had. As he had a spare key, he just walked in, to find her going through her bag for a top to wear. Her ribcage was a lot more visible. It repulsed him to see that. When she pulled a top on, he finally got her attention. "You ready to go?"
"Oh hey. Didn't hear you come in. let me get my bag and we'll go," she answered, retrieving her bag before leaving. She could tell he was distracted. "Are you okay? You seem troubled."
"No, I'm fine," he lied, but all he could really think about was the sight of her bony body. He couldn't believe he had let her get so bad, wasting away, yet what could he do about it? Nothing. It was a vicious cycle. She wouldn't eat, she would lose more weight, he'd confront her, she'd yell, they'd make up before it started again. When they arrived at the club, they saw some of the other wrestlers there. Amy felt jealous. All the other divas were clad in tight top while she had a baggy halter-top on, as she was too fat. 'Man, I really need to lose some weight,' she thought, glumly. She ordered a cocktail to drown her sorrows. Without realising, she had the cherry that had been placed on top. Immediately, she felt bloated. Without saying anything to anyone, she got up and disappeared to the bathroom, which was luckily empty.
Locking the door, she entered one of cubicles and knelt down, instantly inserting her fingers into her throat. Amy scratched the back of her mouth until sick began to arise from her stomach. She retched for a minute, coughing and spluttering. After it subsided, she continued bringing up everything she could. She flushed the toilet and went to the sink to rinse her face. She re-applied some makeup and had some gum to get rid of the smell. She started brushing her hair, only to find a clump had fallen out. Shocked, she dropped the brush. Why had this happened? She was nowhere near anorexic, she was still too fat! There was a knock on the door so she put everything back in her bag and left. Left the bathroom and the club. But Matt chased her. Pretending not to hear him, she carried on.
"Amy, wait up!" he called out. "What's going on?" he questioned once he caught up with her.
"Nothing, just leave me alone."
"I've been doing that for the past few months and look at what's going on?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm sick of you shutting me out. I've been watching you waste away. You're too thin, you never eat, you're always angry, you exercise compulsively, the list goes on. These are all signs of anorexia, Amy…"
Author: Carly.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone involved in this story.
~Three Weeks Later~
Amy walked through the arena, happily. Finding her assigned locker room, she walked in to find Matt talking on the phone. She quietly sat down and flipped through a magazine until he finished his conversation. When he turned to look at Amy, he was distraught by her appearance. He hadn't seen her for the past three weeks and now really saw the difference. Her cheeks had sunk in a bit more, she looked tired and pale, her clothes hung even looser off her body and the sparkle had disappeared from her hazel eyes.
"I met someone last night!" she gushed, smiling.
"Oh what? Really? Who?" he asked shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts.
"Bryan. He's coming to meet me after the show. Though, if he's taking me out then something might happen but I look too fat. I need to lose weight."
"Are you crazy? Amy, you're too thin now!"
"Matt, I'm not having this conversation again. Just be happy for me. God." He shook his head in disbelief. There was never a right time to discuss the situation of her weight. He watched as Amy left the room angrily. He flopped back on the sofa, sighing heavily. He had to figure out a way to stop it before it got completely out of hand. He knew the damage it could case; he'd seen it happen to his cousin. She'd started dieting but was soon in hospital with heart and kidney failure. She'd just about managed to pull through in time. If she had left it any longer, it would have been fatal. And now Amy was following down that same path but Matt wasn't going to let that happen. Somehow, someway, he'd stop her.
That evening, after the show, Matt was trying to find Amy. He walked into the parking lot of the arena and saw her kissing a tall, blonde bloke who he guessed was Bryan. He continued walking over and called her away but she refused to 'talk', knowing what the conversation would involve. Instead, he walked away and got into his own car to drive back to the home as the Federation was in North Carolina for that week. It wasn't long, half an hour to be exact, when Amy walked through the door, apologising. She had felt guilty snapping at Matt earlier. And she had promised to start eating properly…again. It was just a false promise. But as a fortnight, she seemed that she was eating again…right?
Wrong. Amy woke up on a Thursday morning, knowing Matt and Jeff would be calling around. So, she went downstairs and made a bowl of cereal only to throw it away and leave the bowl on the sink. She did the same with the Chinese she ordered the night before. She emptied it into the toilet and flushed it, getting rid of it all. She had learnt this had stopped them accusing her so much. She quickly changed then started doing her normal routine exercises. Three hundred sit-ups, fifty press-ups, an hour on the running machine, stretches, exercise bike for another hour and repeat. And as usual, she was completely exhausted. But she still found the energy to weigh herself. Ninety-eight pounds, that's all she was. But then why was she still so fat?
There was a knock at the door and she went to answer it. Bryan was there with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. He handed them to Amy and kissed her in greeting. Her heart and face lit up. Ushering him inside, she closed the door then joined him on the couch. They talked for a bit then watched TV. After a while, he offered to take her out for a meal later. Amy instantly refused without hesitation then quickly explained that she was busy after seeing the expression on his face. Amy kissed him so they didn't have to talk anymore, and it soon became intense. They didn't even hear the back door shut. Matt and Jeff entered through the kitchen. He looked at the used bowl on the sink and smiled.
"Seems like she kept her promise," he said to Jeff. The younger Hardy nodded in agreement, also happy to see that she was eating again, or so they thought. She did start to have colour in her cheeks and looked as though she was putting the weight back on but they weren't really sure as she continued to wear baggy clothes, even in the ring. Instead of the tight short tops she usually wore, she now went out in t-shirts that always covered her stomach. A few days later, tough, his fears were answered again. They decided to go clubbing after the house show. Matt had finished getting ready so went to call for Amy. She had gotten her own room again, claiming she was ill and didn't want him to catch whatever she had. As he had a spare key, he just walked in, to find her going through her bag for a top to wear. Her ribcage was a lot more visible. It repulsed him to see that. When she pulled a top on, he finally got her attention. "You ready to go?"
"Oh hey. Didn't hear you come in. let me get my bag and we'll go," she answered, retrieving her bag before leaving. She could tell he was distracted. "Are you okay? You seem troubled."
"No, I'm fine," he lied, but all he could really think about was the sight of her bony body. He couldn't believe he had let her get so bad, wasting away, yet what could he do about it? Nothing. It was a vicious cycle. She wouldn't eat, she would lose more weight, he'd confront her, she'd yell, they'd make up before it started again. When they arrived at the club, they saw some of the other wrestlers there. Amy felt jealous. All the other divas were clad in tight top while she had a baggy halter-top on, as she was too fat. 'Man, I really need to lose some weight,' she thought, glumly. She ordered a cocktail to drown her sorrows. Without realising, she had the cherry that had been placed on top. Immediately, she felt bloated. Without saying anything to anyone, she got up and disappeared to the bathroom, which was luckily empty.
Locking the door, she entered one of cubicles and knelt down, instantly inserting her fingers into her throat. Amy scratched the back of her mouth until sick began to arise from her stomach. She retched for a minute, coughing and spluttering. After it subsided, she continued bringing up everything she could. She flushed the toilet and went to the sink to rinse her face. She re-applied some makeup and had some gum to get rid of the smell. She started brushing her hair, only to find a clump had fallen out. Shocked, she dropped the brush. Why had this happened? She was nowhere near anorexic, she was still too fat! There was a knock on the door so she put everything back in her bag and left. Left the bathroom and the club. But Matt chased her. Pretending not to hear him, she carried on.
"Amy, wait up!" he called out. "What's going on?" he questioned once he caught up with her.
"Nothing, just leave me alone."
"I've been doing that for the past few months and look at what's going on?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm sick of you shutting me out. I've been watching you waste away. You're too thin, you never eat, you're always angry, you exercise compulsively, the list goes on. These are all signs of anorexia, Amy…"
