"Katie?"

Coughing, Katie pulled her face from the bowl of the toilet and sat back against the side of the tub, resting her cheek and forehead against her fingers. The cold of the bathroom floor seeped through her skirt, and the white marble of the bathtub bit into her back.

"Katie, where are you?" Katie knew the voice, and she knew they didn't care.

Closing her eyes, she breathed deep and tried to stop the room from spinning as she began to feel faint. She could smell the cleaner that the maid used to sterilize the toilet, which masked the scent of her lunch. She swallowed, and winced as her stomach acid stung the back of her throat.

"Katie?" That was a different voice, and it almost gave her pause; why were they both here?

She could hear the footsteps travelling through her house as she leaned back and let her gaze drift up to the ceiling. Her stomach empty and head light, she felt as if she could travel light as a feather, float up to the sky. She felt delicate and fragile as glass.

She was dizzy and hungry and out of breath, but she loved to be this way. She felt thin and pretty, and that was worth it to her. This was what she wanted to be. This was who she wanted to be.

"Katie?!" Panicked tones began to lace the first voice.

Katie smiled a little, looking up at the open skylight. The sky was blue and the sun shone bright as a small cloud passed over. She was relaxed, and happy. She didn't care if she couldn't feel her hands or feet. She didn't care that they had been fully numb for days.

Her heart was skipping beats now, but it had been a slow pulse for weeks. She shivered, coldness chilling through her again. Her hand slipped from her knees to fall to the floor. Her brittle nails hit the tile, sending out a dull clacking noise. Her fingers brushed against some hair that had fallen from her scalp.

"Katie!"

She knew they were both getting frantic now, but she didn't care. Black dots were beginning to cloud her vision, just like all the times before. But somehow, she felt this time was different. This time everything was slower: her breathing, her heartbeat, the formation of her thoughts. And time. She wondered if it was over this time. She wondered why she didn't care.

Maybe because she had felt this coming for a long time.

As she blinked once more, she felt more than heard the door of the bathroom banging. Through black specks, she watched him smash the door from its hinges, rush to her; the other person in the background holding back as her hand flew to her mouth in horror. As the black completely clouded her vision, and her consciousness began to fade, her last thought passed through her mind. And she didn't have the strength to tell herself it was ridiculous.

So she accepted that they would probably be relieved.

A/N: Haha yeah I'm back! You know what that means -

(I'm avoiding college coursework)

Should I be updating Anecdoche? Should I be updating Petrichor? Should I actually do something with Fanaa?

All answers point to yes!

Am I?

No!

I'm starting a new fanfic! Yay!

(Of course, I might totally abandon this one too)

(If you're depending on me to be writing your faves, you should rethink your priorities. Maybe like, school, or work, like what I should be doing.)

This story will focus on Katie Matlin after her fight with Marisol about her bulimia in S11E05 (You can find it on youtube, at around 8:30 mins into the episode, if you wanna watch the scene I'm referencing). I feel like they really glossed over Katie's eating disorder and the cause of it, and completely wiped their fight off the slate. I wished they had elaborated, so that's what we're doing! Yay!

-If you have an eating disorder and/or are triggered by mentions, this probably isn't the story for you. If you still like my writing style and want to read some stuff, Anechdoche is your best bet for a fluffy, feel-good, all around positive story. Most other things on this account are at least minorly triggering.-

Any feedback is appreciated!

Kisses,

C