Hello everyone!!! I'm so glad you all like my story! And guess what, I just thought of how I'm going to end it! I found the perfect lyrics and everything! But I wont ruin the surprise for you all, you'll just have to wait until I write it!! But, yay, I'm sooo excited about it!! Anyway, here's the newest chappie of Through My Eyes…..

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It had been 3 months. 3 months. Wow, three month can go by really quickly, or really slowly.

"That's it Hillary. I'm doing something about this." Tyson had pulled her into an empty hallway after gym class.

Seeing her, like this, was really starting to get to him. Her legs and arms were pencil thin and her shoulders stuck out oddly. Her cheekbones were jutting out and she looked so pale. And so tired.

"No Tyson…." She moaned, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Don't… please."  Her body and voice were telling him to stop but her eyes. Her eyes were looking at him sadly, asking for help.

Which side of her should he go with?

"Hillary I am talking to the hospital and getting you a room and some care." His voice was steady and calm. She took the idea in. She thought about it. It sounded so appealing, so inviting. But should she give in, after all the hard work and will power she had put into losing this weight.

Should she? Would she? Could she?

Hillary had been starting to doubt whether this was a really good idea, losing all this weight. She was so tired all time, so sleepy. And she was in pain. She was sore when she climbed stairs, when she did anything physical.

She had thought of working a bit of the weight back on. But then she thought about how close she was to being popular; she knew being skinny would work. It would make her popular. So she had put all doubt to the back of her mind. But now, with Tyson offering, or rather demanding, to take her to a hospital, she wanted to go with him so badly.

Should she? Would she? Could she?

***Catch me as I fall

Say you're here and its almost over

Speaking to the atmosphere

No ones here and I fall into myself

This truth that drives me into madness

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away***

"Ok." She whispered, barely audible. Tyson smiled encouragingly.

"Lets go." He placed a hand on her shoulder and headed her to the lockers.

"What? Now!" She opened her locker and put her books on the top shelf.

"Yes, now. You need help and you need it now." HE stashed his stuff in his locker and the two of them walked down the hall towards the exit.

*****3 days later******

"Tyson, I don't need help, really, please, get me out of here!" Hillary whispered urgently, kneeling on her bed and grabbing Tyson by the collar.

"What? Why?!" He asked, gently prying her off of him and setting her back onto her bed.

The people at the hospital had welcomed Hillary and offered her a bed in a private ward. She would get help, she would return to normal.

But what they were doing to her, to make her better, was freaking her out. They were forcing her to eat, and it was making her fat. Well, in Hillary's eyes anyway.

"They tried to tell me that its just my stomach bloating, cause I haven't eaten in so long. But I know the truth, THEY'RE TRYING TO MAKE ME FAT AGAIN!!" Hillary cried out, retelling the story to Tyson who took a seat beside her bed.

"Hill, hill, please, calm down. They aren't trying to make you fat. They are trying to help you." Tyson said calmly, but this just made her even angrier.

"I KNEW YOU'D TAKE THEIR SIDE!" She wailed, turning her back on him, facing the wall.

***Never played truth or dare

I'd have to check the mirror to se if I'm still there

My parents had no clue

That I ate all my lunches alone in the bathroom***

It hurt Tyson to see her so upset, but what could he do? He was trying to help and she wouldn't accept it. And all this trying was starting to wear him down.

"Hill, if you aren't going to listen to me, the one person who may care about you the most, than I give up." He mumbled in defeat.

"Well… well…" Hillary couldn't think of anything. She couldn't get Tyson to see all this from her side of view, through her eyes.

All this work, the six small meals a day, light workouts and visits from a phycatrist, were really upsetting Hillary. She had put all this effort into getting thin and being beautiful. And she had sincerely thought it was working. But everything was sooo the opposite of working. These people were tormenting her and wouldn't listen top her. She constantly felt sick and apparently everyone thought of her as anything but beautiful.

She looked out the window. The sun was bright and the sky was blue. The birds were chirping and flying through the air. She saw a kite flying a distance off. And through the open window she could hear children laughing. It was a simply beautiful day.

A beautiful, happy, great, cheerful, fairy tale day.

"How ironic." Hillary stated under her breath.

The window reflected how she wished she felt. She had dreamt of the days before this whole ordeal. Sure, she hadn't been popular then either but at least she was somewhat happy. Whereas now, in this dreaded hospital with regular visits from some idiot who thought talking about her problems would fix them, was absolutely horrible. She couldn't remember being this … this angry, upset, confused, lost.

And finally all this strain, stress, pressure, caught up with her. Her eyes fluttered close and she fell back onto her bed. She fainted.

***Insane assaults, so sly

Your well of lies ran dry

I cut the cord, free fall

From so high we seem so small***

Ah, the peace and quiet. No worries. No problems. Nothing.

Where the hell am I?

Hillary was drifting around in a dark hole. She was weightless, and emotionless.

What… what is going on?

She strained her eyes to see something, but there was nothing to see. Just black. Black. And lots of it.

But then she heard something.

Voices.

Familiar voices.

She listened hard, trying to place where she knew those voices from. And then it hit her.

Max. Kai. Rei.

What were they doing there? And where exactly was there?

"Oh man, she looks bad…" She recognized Reis voice, full of concern, but even so Hillary couldn't help but thing 'Gee thanks'.

"What happened?" Max's voice was shaky, and the words came tumbling out.

Hillary knew she had to wake up. She knew.

But that didn't mean she wanted to.

Want and Knew are two totally different things.

She inwardly sighed. She made her decision.

"Hey! She's up!" Max almost yelled, sounding extremely relieved.

Hillary's eyes fluttered open slowly and she looked up at her visitors. She had been right. But she couldn't bring herself to look them in the eyes.

She sat up slowly, the whole time looking at her lap.

"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly, her voice raspy as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. Which made her think.

"How long have I been out?!" She asked, looking out the window instead of Tyson.

She knew they would all be disappointed in her. Her only friends, disappointed in her.

"Three days." Was Tyson's reply, saddened that Hillary wouldn't look at him. There was silence for what felt like the longest time. And as usual, Tyson broke it.

"Hillary, I brought them here to show you, show you that you have friends people care-" he began, his words rushed, but Hillary interrupted him.

"You shouldn't have." Her voice was low and dull, but everyone heard it.

***So I hold my breath until my heart explodes

Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes

You can steal my body but you cant steal my soul

Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes***