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It had been a week since my break down in Jackson's arms. I admitted to Jackson that I had problem and I even told him that I was going to get help. But I wasn't. I refuse to get help because, I know, that I don't have a problem. I'm fine, I don't have an eating disorder, I'm not going to kill myself. I'm fine. Perfectly fine.

I could feel eyes on me as I ran down the beach shore on Friday after noon. Even when I ran I would pile on layers of clothes to try to hide my figure, but by the stares I could feel on my body it obviously wasn't working. The more people I saw looking, the harder I ran and the harder I ran the more weight I loss, the more wight I loss, the happier I was. I ran until I was finally out of breath. I started to feel dizzy, as I normally do after running. I walked over to a place by the shore, away from everyone else. I sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest. I sat there as I tried to catch my breath. As my breathing started to slow down a bit I heard foot steps coming from behind me.

"Lily!" I heard Miley say as I turned around. Oh great. Here she comes, I can hear her now "Oliver, you're so fat because you ate one of my french fries! Lily why are you wearing sweat pants why don't you take them off so you can show how fat you are to everyone and you can stand beside me to make me look skinnier," God, I hated her and her size 0 jeans.

"What's up? why are you over hear by yourself?" Miley asked as she ran perkily ran over and sat down next to me. I gave her weak smile.

"I just came to... think," I lied.

"Oh, well, we're just heading down to Rico's you wanna come?" Miley offered. I shook my head.

"No, I'm a..." I paused as I looked behind me. Great, just what I needed, Jackson and Oliver were standing there, "I'm just gonna stay here for now,"

"Oh come on Lily, you barely talk to me any more, can't you just come down to Rico's a grab a burger with us?" she begged. God, does she seriously think I'm gonna eat a burger right now? I need to loose weight not gain it. I'm fat enough as it is. Does she even know how many calories are in a hamburger? On average, 598.

"No, I just ate and I need to head home anyways," I said as I stood up. When I got to my feet I was struck by some dizziness. After loosing my footing for a second i was able to regain my balance.

"You okay?" Miley asked as she grabbed onto my arm.

"I'm fine," I said as I pulled my arm out of her grip. And then there it was, that concerned look again. That fake ass concerned look. I knew it wasn't real, I knew she didn't care just like I knew Jackson didn't. They all thought I was fat they just didn't have the balls to say it to my face. All this "we're so worried about you Lily," Was total bullshit.

"Okay, well, call me later and we can... talk," Miley said as her face fell.

"Alright," I said, anxiously awaiting the moment all three of them walked away. As Miley turned to leave I started to walk the opposite direction as well, when I felt I hand touch my shoulder. Startled, I turned to see who it was.

"I thought you said you would stop," Jackson said sternly, his hand still resting on my shoulder.

"Stop what?" I asked him, my eyebrows raised.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Jackson said. Oh great, yet another lecture by Jackson. How many times do I have to tell this guy that I'm fine before he finally gets the message?

"No I don't," I said giving him a sarcastic smile and shrugging his hand off my shoulder.

"Bingeing, purging, starving yourself, stinking you finger down your throat to force up all the food you just ate," He said as he stared right into my eyes. Damn, this guy was serious.

"I did stop," I lied.

"Lily, I'm not stupid," Jackson said. I rolled my eyes.

"I know that people like you can't quit that easily," Jackson continued.

"People like me?" What the hell did he mean by that? Fat bitches who couldn't lose weight to save their lives going on a real diet that is actually working for a change? Is that what he meant?

"people with..." He paused and then lowered his voice, "you're condition," Oh great, now he thinks I'm mental.

"Condition?" I said as I stared him down.

"Bulimia," he said finally. Dammit, here he goes again on yet another one of his rants about how 'unhealthy' it is for me to be doing this to myself and how I'm 'normal' has he ever watched TV? Does he not see that every single fucking actor is like a size zero? Does he not realize that a size twelve is fat?

"Listen, I've told you before and I'll tell you again, I'm not bulimic I'm not anorexic, I'm not going to kill myself. I'm dieting, that's it," I said looking up at him.

"This isn't a fucking diet Lily, it's an eating disorder!" he said louder than he should have, which caused a few surfers that were down in the water to look up at us. I tilted my head down and nibbled on my lower lip.

"It's not a disorder," I said as I closed my eyes and tried very hard not to loose my temper.

"dammit Lily!" He said loudly as he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. I stood there and watched him as he turned his back towards me and kicked some sand.

"Don't treat me like I'm a little girl, I'm fine," I said once he had turned back around to face me.

"You're not fine," Jackson said as he started to walk closer to me.

"Look at me Jackson, I'm not a skeleton, you can't count my ribs through my skin I'm not smoking crack and popping pills, I'm not a drunk I'm not staying out all night partying I'm just dieting," I said. God, you have no idea how hard it was for me not to slap Jackson as he stared at me with those concerned eyes as he bit down hard on his jaw to keep from blurting out something he would regret. Poor little good boy Jackson trying to save bad girl anorexic freak Lily. It's all bull shit and I wasn't gonna fall for it. It was all an act some fake ass act.

"But you're killing yourself!" Jackson said. Oh great, now I'm the suicidal freak.

"Oh my God!" I said throwing my hands up in the air.

"I'm not some desperate little girl who needs a boy to come and save her, so if you want to help me, then please leave me the hell alone!" I said as I turned away from him and walked off. I could hear Jackson walk off as well. Finally, he had gotten the message. As I started to get another spell of dizziness I slowed down a bit and as I normally did when this happened, waited for it to pass. Bt, this time, it didn't instead it got worse. Unable to keep my balance anymore I fell to my knees. I put my head in my hand and closed my eyes as I tried to make the spinning in my head stop. I felt my self fall backwards my head hitting the sand. I tried to move but it was as if I was paralyzed. That was the last thing I remember before I was waking p in a hospital bed.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews it was kind of a crappy ending but it's hard to try to describe yourself passing out! lol. Anyways, sorry it took awhile to update, I was kinda stuck for this chapter. But, anyways, review! I reached my goal of 5 reviews for last chapter! Maybe 10 this time? lol. wishful thinking... But, anyways, tell me what you think!