I was listening to the song "Bulimic" by the Used, when this chapter came to mind. I also dedicated this chappy to the book Fat Chance by Leslea Newman, about bulimia, but this chapter is focusing on Ellie's eating disorder. Oh, and as a warning, this is the last chapter to this story. I'll have the sequel and shit up sometime in the near future. Enjoi. There are a few lines snagged from Thirteen and A Walk to Remember

Ellie's POV

Mom knocked on my doorframe.

I smiled at her. "Come in."

"Baby," she whispered, her voice getting that annoying teary sound. "We need to talk."

"About what?" I asked her, setting my book aside.

"About your conditions. Ellie, honey, I found all these in your bathroom," she said as she put a scale on my bed. She put a razor there && pills && laxatives && bloody rags && rags spotted with vomit. "Honey, I love you so much. I don't understand why you're doing this to yourself. It's not like it was in Montreal, baby. Things are okay. We may not be rolling in cash anymore, but we're doing just fine. Baby..." She looked up at me, when all that I could do was look at the bed.

"Mommy, those things -- they aren't mine. It's not what you think," I spluttered. I looked at my hands. They were shaking violently.

"Eleanor Faith, I'm not playing around. This is not the time to play your petty fucking games." Mom sighed. "Ellie, tell me the truth. Honey-honey, what happened? Ella-Belle, please. It's just me and you now." Mom's eyes were pleading with me. She was tugging at my heart strings.

"Mom, I'm not okay. But I don't have an eating disorder. I'm cutting, but nothing more. Nothing life threatening." I looked up at her. "Nothing serious."

Mom sucked in a breath. "Ellie, honey, how much do you weigh?"

79 and 1/2. "Ninety-five, why?" I asked. I loved how I could bullshit my way through this.

"Honey, you don't weight that much." She set the scale on the floor. "Step on, baby."

I stepped onto the scale, closing my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek. "What does it say."

"Seventy-seven." Mom's eyes had filled with tears. "I thought you stopped throwing up. Ellie Faith, this is not the time to play your petty bullshit. You have no idea how serious this is. You could die."

I loved when Mom called me Ellie Faith. It made me feel normal. "Mommy, I just started throwing up again two or so months ago. Please, Mom, I'll gain wait --" No I won't! "-- please, Mommy! Don't send me away. You promised. You promised that you would never send me away again!" I was yelling at her.

"Ellie Faith, I have no choice. I'll make all of the phone calls. Go see who you need to, the car keys are by the front door. Be back by one tonight." Mom looked up at me, tears spilling onto her cheeks. "I want to be gone by tomorrow afternoon."

I picked up my scale, pissed, and threw it at the wall. "Fuck you! Fuck you! I hate you, Mom! I hate you, you whino-fucker-crackhead!" I couldn't contain my tears.

"Marco?" I whispered into my phone. "Can I come over?"

"Ellie, what happened?" he cried.

"I'll be over in a few minutes," I replied.

When Mama Del Rossi opened the door, she smiled. "Oh, Ellie, hello!"

"Hi, Mama Del Ross --"

She interrupted me. "Oh, Ellie, you look terrible! Have you been crying? That's okay, I make you some tea."

"No, Mama, I'm okay. I just came to see Marco."

Mama Del Rossi wrapped me in a hug, then called, "Marco, Ellie's here!" up the stairs.

I rushed up the stairs, because, well, Mr. Del Rossi was coming. I could not stand that fucking homophobe.

"Hey, Marc," I said quietly, sitting down on his bed. "I really have to talk to you about something. Something serious."

Marco turned around from his desk. "Oh shit, Elle, you look like a whore from Chino."

"Marco, do we have to go over this again? You've never been to Chin--"

"So?" he laughed. "Anyways, what's up?"

"Mom's institutionalizing me," I whispered.

"What!" Marco roared. "Why? You're fine! You're fine! You're not crazy! Ellie, honey, you're not crazy!"

"She says I have an eating disorder."

Marco paled. "Well, Ellie, you've lost some weight..."

"WHAT THE FUCK? I'M FUCKING FINE!" I stood up, my body shaking. "I have to go say bye to Paige. I love you, Marco, and I'll see you when they let me out."

I knocked on Paige's front door. Paige answered. "Hey," I said quietly, looking at my feet. When I looked up, Paige! With! No! Make! Up! was standing there.

"Ellie, what's wrong?" she asked, escorting me in.

"No, I want to stay outside. Paige, I just came here to say good-bye."

She leaned against the doorframe. "What'd you mean?"

"Mom's institutionalizing me," I told her.

"Oh, hon..." Pauge hugged me, but I pulled away.

"Look, I've gotta go -- bye to Sean." I kissed her quickly and ran out to the car, not realizing that it was snowing.

I couldn't even move the car out of her driveway. She was standing there in the doorway, waiting for me to leave. I just put my hands on the gigantic SUV's steering wheel and started to cry. Sobs wracked my body. Then I looked up at the roof of the car. "Please, God, if you're listening, I'm sorry. For everything. I love my mom, I really do, but I can't believe that you're letting her do this..." I couldn't stop crying. Paige realized this, and came running out to the car.

She opened the door. "Hon, are you okay?" Paige climbed in the front seat. "Honey...are you scared?"

"To death." I hesitated. "I'm scared of not being with you." I started crying harder.

"Ellie, look at me. You'll be okay. I love you. Please, Elle, don't cry. Please. It's not that bad in there."

I looked at her. "I've been in the nuthouse before."

"Why?"

"Same reason."

"Ellie, you're not talking to me. I don't know what I'm supposed to believe," Paige cried.

"Eating disorder." I sighed. "I really have to go. I have to go say bye to Ash and Sean. I'll call you later. I love you." I kissed her soft && quick.

"Bye, honey." She got out of the car, waving as I backed out of the driveway.

I knocked on Sean's door, but he wasn't home, and then I went to Ashley's. She wasn't home either. "Uhm, Toby, could you just tell her that she needs to call me. Like, asap?"

"Whatever. Bye, Ellie."

"Thanks."

Mom smiled at me. "Ellie Faith, I'm proud of you."

"For what?" I asked, not wanting to go to the building looming ahead.

"For forgiving me." She smiled. "Well, honey, this is it..."

That's the end of Powerless. Sequel or no sequel? I don't know yet. But in the part where Paige is like, "I don't know what I'm supposed to believe," I was thinking of Ellie from Back in Black. So yeah, that's the tone I pictured Paige having. Anyways, I had fun writing this. But for now I'm back to one-shots. Kudos,

Zoe