If Bella thought her life was smooth sailing now she was wrong. I thought it would be fun to continue this story a little. I was inspired while in the shower of all places.

Why can't anyone lose weight without everybody getting all pissy! Bella stormed into her room, tears streaming down her furiously red face. She angrily slammed her purse down onto the bed, pills rattling in the bottle, and sat down heavily on the hardwood floor, probably bruising her coccyx.

How come she couldn't be proud of the ten pounds she'd finally lost? Who cared if her collarbone stuck out the way it did? They were just jealous that they couldn't lose like she could. They didn't have her discipline, her will to be the skinniest girl around.

She looks up from her hands when the doorbell rings. Ring ring ringing. Knock knock knocking. She doesn't have to wonder who it is; he'd followed when she stormed from the cafeteria, damning them all to hell. She had run to her car, struggling to twist the key in the ignition, feeling as if her frail wrist would snap with the action.

He had followed, shouting for her to stop, "You need help!" he cried. She didn't want help, she had already gone to that prison in Seattle and wasn't about to go again. Who were they to tell her what she was doing was wrong? At least she was doing something to prevent adding to the already enormous group of obese Americans.

Bella didn't move from her spot on the floor, she didn't want Edward anywhere near her at the moment. He was the leader of the mob out to get her; to stuff food down her throat and make her get fat, to make her balloon from a size zero to size thirteen. She would go back to her old purging ways before she let that happen.

It took only a few months after she met Edward in the gym for her to gain twenty five pounds of happy weight, eating without caution when she was with him, the boy who made her so happy. She had gone to rehab for a month to 'cure' her of her bulimia and for the next four months she was a blissfully happy, normal teenager with a past she was all too ready to forget.

And Edward was there to help her forget. Buying her chocolates and bringing her fast food for lunch whenever he visited her at school and had time off from work. It wasn't until her eighteenth birthday, after eating two enormous pieces of cake that she realized how much weight she had really gained. She looked into the mirror, her face flushed from laughter, and suddenly the giggles stopped in her throat.

She leaned over the counter and almost had her nose pressed to the glass. Her skin was oily and blemished, her cheeks were round, the bones of her collar weren't visible, her muffintops were threatening to tear her jeans in half, and her upper arms wobbled as she shook them back and forth, pinching the fat in horror.

'I can't go on like this.' She whispered, horrified. She vowed to start anew. The school year had just begun but that meant she could start the following year a whole new, extremely thin, person.

So began her battle with food. She found it rather easy to refuse to eat at first but within a few weeks she discovered how hard it really was to skip so many meals. But it was the quick results that kept her going. She loved how she could lose five pounds in a quarter of the time it would take with regular diet and exercise. She loved the rush she got from not eating and how big her clothes were getting on her.

Too bad everyone else noticed too. Edward, of course realized it first.

"Are you puking again?" he whispered to her. They were laying together on the couch in her living room, Charlie sitting at the kitchen table looking over paperwork. He hadn't approved of their relationship at first; Edward was three years older than his daughter and had several tattoos, but once he saw how happy he made his previously depressed little girl he got over it more or less. At least he let them spend time together. Even if he was seated in the other room.

"Of course not." Bella mumbled back. No need to mention that she didn't have anything to puke up most of the time anyway. He was discreetly trying to feel her stomach so she quickly rolled over to face him, ceasing his probing fingers from feeling her flattening belly. She tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes, praying that he would drop the subject in favor of silent snuggling. Thankfully he did.

By the time Bella had dropped to 100 pounds everyone started to notice. Bella's new friends, one of whom was Edward's cousin Alice, were the next to start questioning Bella's rapid, scary weight loss. Alice, a rather thin girl, finally said something when a pair of her own pants that were snug on her hung loose on Bella's hips.

"Hey Bella how much do you weigh?" Bella had been average sized when she met Alice and she thought the girl was around 130 when they first met. Alice moved to Forks at the start of the summer to live with her aunt and uncle since things at home weren't working too well. Edward and Bella had been dating for a few weeks and once Alice was moved in she was promptly introduced to the sweet, beautiful girl Edward had helped save from the horrible clutches of bulimia. Now it was the following spring and the once healthy girl was a skeleton of her former self.

"Yeah Bella," Angela Weber joined the conversation, worried as Alice was, "You have to be like 100 pounds at the most. What happened to you?"

'She's just jealous', Bella thought to herself, she must be 130 or more! Fat cow, she whispered in her mind.

Bella hesitated and carefully cut up the tiny apple in front of her. She placed a small sliver on her tongue, chewed, and swallowed before answering. "About 115 I guess." It was a bit of a stretch, a twenty five pound stretch actually. She hadn't weight 115 for a while now. They didn't need to know, also, that the apple she had cut up into dozens of little pieces was the only thing she had eaten since the apple yesterday.

Alice looked at the tiny girl across from her, and leaned forward, "That's bull-" she was cut off as Edward, with a visitors pass stuck to his shirt, slid into the chair next to Bella and planted a kiss on her cheek. Alice straightened and went back to her own lunch. Bella watched Angela and Alice giving each other looks out of the corner of her eye, pretending to be enamored in Edward's recounting of his morning at work but really plotting how to keep them quiet.

"Bella open the door please." Edward tried the door handle again but it wouldn't budge. Bella didn't say anything, she just continued sitting on the floor, her butt starting to hurt from how hard she had sat down on it. She didn't care about the pain; it actually had a pleasant sort of throb.

At least she wasn't weak enough to actually hack her skin open with a razor. She hated those weak fools that claimed cutting was the only way to 'feel' anything. She would never stoop so low. The only body mutilation she had ever taken part in was getting her ears pierced. Also once more with Alice at the end of the summer, one of the last good times she would have before she changed it all.

"Please dad, Alice has wanted to go for the longest time!" Bella was begging her father, yet again, for him to allow her to drive with Alice to Port Angeles to visit the tattoo and body piercing parlor said to have a good reputation. Alice's aunt and uncle already agreed now it was Charlie's turn…

"I just don't get why you want to ruin your pretty face." That was always his lame excuse. You're too pretty for that sort of thing. Just think of the nasty scar it will leave. What happens when you're old and you regret it? Bella didn't understand why he was against it and definitely knew it wasn't because she was too pretty for it. She secretly thought he believed only African tribes do that stuff for religious reasons. And it wasn't exactly a secret that Charlie was just a little bit prejudiced against other races.

"You do realize I'll do this eventually without your permission. You should just give me your blessing now rather than have me go behind your back." She'd already explained how she needed to get these experiences over with while she was still young so she could do it before she got too old. She already told him how badly she wanted it, how much she had thought it over, and that she would pay for it herself. Now it was time to tell him the bitter truth; she was getting her nose pierced whether he liked it or not.

Charlie looked at her, stunned at the honesty, "Okay." He finally gave in, signing his name on the release form all while shaking his head and thinking to himself, 'Where the hell did she learn to negotiate like that?' He liked to think it was from him but of course it was just a natural perk from being a teenager. "I am going with you I hope you know. I want to see this place and how clean it is, meet the piercer and see how long he's been working and what his qualifications are. He'll get the full Chief of Police investigation before laying hands on my baby."

Bella rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately at her dad, taking the paper from him and immediately bounding up the stairs to her room to call Alice about the good news.

It had hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before but having the hoop in the sensitive cartilage in between her nostrils made Bella unbelievably happy. She had held Edward's and Alice's hand so tightly that when the needle finally came Alice squealed with her. Alice, unlike Bella, got the left of her upper lip, commonly referred to as the Monroe. Alice took the pain better than Bella, only squeezing her eyes shut against the pinch of the needle.

They had been so excited, feeling so rebellious even though they had the permission of their parents/ aunt and uncle who watched the whole ordeal with an uneasy acceptance. Carlisle and Esme, Alice's guardians, accepted the idea easier than Charlie, knowing that refusing Alice would be useless. Esme had even entertained the idea of joining the girls on the chair but it was nothing more than a fleeting thought that passed as soon as she finished the laundry.

The man who pierced them was going over the care needed when Edward walked over to his parents who watched the bouncing girls with a quiet admiration. "Do you think she is the one Edward?" Esme whispered to him, holding onto his hand but not looking into his eyes. He stared at Bella's slim but filling frame from behind, loving how she much she had gained since May when they met, back when she had looked so close to breaking. Now in August, she was at a lovely healthy weight; the perfect weight for him.

"I want her to be, but we're both still so young that I can't be sure. She makes me unbelievably happy and I can only hope we last." Esme looked at him then, pride in her glistening eyes, shining with gathering tears. She released her hold on his hand and laid it on his cheek, stroking the slight stubble on his face; he had never been an avid shaver.

Edward looked down at his mother, knowing his declaration had touched her heart; it was proof that she had raised him well. She wanted to cry but instead pulled him to her chest and hugged him, running her fingers through his hair and trying to convey how much she loved him and how proud she was.

Bella told Edward she was bulimic two weeks after they met, he was the first to know. It was one of the most uncomfortable things she had ever done; she was telling a three year old secret to a guy she had know for such a short amount of time. It was the fact that she felt their relationship was quickly escalating to more than just good friends and she knew it was better to tell him sooner rather than later.

"Edward I have to tell you something and I'm not sure you'll like it." They were out to lunch on a beautifully sunny and cloudless day. June had just started, Bella's junior year was almost over, and Edward's 21st birthday was approaching. It was a busy month.

Bella was relying on the fact that Edward was older therefore more mature and wouldn't react with disgust as a regular high school boy would do. "What is it?" she could see the worry in his eyes as he wiped the burger grease from the corners of his mouth with a crumpled napkin. She hesitated, rearranging her fries yet again in order to gather her words, as she had been doing ever since they got their order.

"I'm… sick. Not like physically but," she had to swallow the urge to purge before continuing; even though the monster had left she still had urges, "I'm sick mentally. I think I need help." She told him everything about how she started. How she had binged and purged for the past three years. Ballooning to horrible sizes and then dropping to unimaginable lows. He listened with sorrow as she told him how he had given her the will to seek help just by talking to her at the gym.

"I lost all my friends almost as soon as I started. I haven't talked to my dad in a real conversation for almost three years. How is it that you come along and change things instantly?" Edward was holding her, hugging her to his chest as she cried out her story. She was crying partly from the memories and partly from how good it felt to be held by someone.

"Do you want help? Will you tell your dad and get treatment?" she nodded vehemently, wiping the tears off her cheeks and trying to regain some composure. He kissed her then, pulling her to him by the back of her neck and covering her trembling lips with his own. She knew then that he had been her savior and would do anything for him…well until the next monster came along, bigger and badder than the last one.

"Bella please, I can't lose you." Edward had slid down the door and was now sitting with his back pressed against it, his shadow showing through the crack at the bottom. The sane part of Bella cried even harder, knowing that she had caused him pain. The part of her that didn't care about anything but being skinny scoffed at the weak boy on the other side of the door.

"I can't help myself." She whispered, lying curled into a ball of bones on the floor, her back facing the door. Her shoulder and hip were aching from digging into the wood but they were quickly going numb, thank goodness. Tear were streaming down her gaunt face, wetting her hair into a sticky mess. She lifted up a section of it, noticing how dull and lifeless it was, no longer shiny.

"Then let me help you." Edward whispered back. His voice sounded different, more determined. That was all Bella could think about before she started fading. She hadn't eaten for the past three days and now her body was trying to shut down. She was unconscious when Edward finally kicked down the door, tears still dripping into her dead hair.

Should that be it? Should it end like that or should there be a real ending? Ahaha nobody knows!