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I glanced around the room. It was really plain, no windows, no pictures on the wall no nothing. There was a desk, a chair in front of the desk, a couch and a book case full of books on mental cases and shit like that. I can't believe I was hear. I shouldn't be here. This place is for mental teenagers that jump off buildings to try and kill themselves. This is the place where kids go when they are just about to lose their sanity. I don't know why I'm hear. I shouldn't be hear. This was all one huge mistake.

"Ms. Truscott?" I heard someone say. I turned around in my seat to see a medium height older woman walking into the room. She had glasses perched on top of her head. She wore a plain blue suit with the kind of shoes my grandma wore. She was very plain, just like this room.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Veronica Watson and I've been asked to give you an evaluation," She said as she walked over behind her desk and took a seat. I didn't make eye contact with her. "evaluation" What's that? Why doesn't she just come right out and say it, she thinks I'm mental.

"So do you have any idea why your doctors want me to perform this evaluation?" She asked as she looked at me.

"Because they think I'm a freak?" I said through my teeth.

"Um, no not quite," She said as she pulled her glasses down to her eyes.

"Then why?" I asked her, anticipating her answer.

"Well, it appears that you were greatly stressed at the thought of getting onto a scale and you're weight is only ninety eight pounds?" She said peering over the rim of her glasses as she read through my file.

"My weight embarrasses me is all," I lied.

"Why?" she asked pulling her glasses off.

"I've always been skinny and it kills me to think that people believe I'm anorexic," I once heard someone say that at school, thought it would be a good idea to use it now.

"And, that's it?" She asked.

"Yup, that's it," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Now that you've explained it to me, it makes perfect sense so why don't you explain how you passed out in the first place?" She said as she crossed her legs.

"I think I was dehydrated, I had been running and I went to sit down and I just got dizzy and passed out I guess," I said simply. It was believable.

"Now, Lily have you ever had thoughts of suicide?" She asked me.

"nope," I lied.

"ever used drugs?" she asked.

"nope," I said, this time being truthful.

"abused dieting pills?" she asked.

"nope," I lied once again.

"Abused laxatives?" she asked.

"never" I replied shaking my head.

"Do you have friends?" she asked me. God, how many more questions does she need to ask me, is it really that hard to see I'm fine?

"the best," I said smiling as I lied through my teeth.

"what are their names?" she asked me.

"Well my two best friends are Miley and Oliver," I said. Until Miley decided everyone who wasn't a size 0 was fat and thought that I looked pregnant! I added silently in my mind.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asked me.

"Not at the moment," I said trying to act as normal as I could as she asked me all these dumb ass questions.

"Well, since you have exhibited no signs of any mental problems, I'm not quite sure what to tell the doctors. I grinned and nodded.

"Since you're weight is still unhealthy we will be putting you on a special diet so you can gain some more weight and we will ask that you and your parents submit one of these charts to us every week..." She handed me a piece of paper that had my name and a bunch on numbers at the top. Followed by, hours of exercise, amount of calories, any medicines taken if any and then finally at the bottom, weight.

"Great," I said giving her a huge, fake smile.

"It was nice meeting you honey," the woman said as she extended her french manicured hand for me to shake. I did and smiled as I walked out of the room. I didn't need all this bull shit I was fine no matter what anyone told me I was fine.

I walked out into the lobby and saw Lacey waiting there for me, not moving from the spot she sat at when she dropped me off. She really wasn't lying when she said she would be in charge of me. Since the shrinks office was in the hospital building Lacey was assigned to walk me there, you know incase I decided to go physco and jump off a roof or something like I'm sure plenty of Dr. Watson's patients often did because their mental. I didn't belong in this place all of this eating disorder crap what shit. None of it was true. I'm dieting. It's a simple diet. Why is that so hard for people to under stand?

"How'd it go?" Lacey asked as she stood up and walked over to me.

"Fine," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Good," Lacey said smiling. I swear this girl had either had a hell of a lot of coffee or she was on some kind of drug.

"Alright ready to go back to your room?" she asked me as she placed a hand on my back.

"yup," I said giving her a fake grin. Lacey nodded and began walking me back to my room. As we walked through the hallways I tried to keep my head down, ignoring all the sneers I felt down my neck.

Once we arrived at the room I immediately ran over to my bed and covered my body with layers of blankets in an attempt to hide my figure. I felt disgusting. I hadn't thrown up in two days, that for me, was amazing. But, then again, I couldn't Lacey had me under twenty four hour watch. I was being released to day, or so they told me. I guess their observation of bulimic fat girl Lily Truscott was finally over. Lacey had told me my parents were taking me home later this after noon. I hadn't seen them since this whole thing happened the other day. One of the nurses said they dropped by when I was asleep but I really don't know if I should believe her. She probably just felt sorry for who she assumed was another mental patient so she lied. Dumb ass bitch.

I passed the time laying in the hospital bed waiting to go home thinking about how exactly my parents were going to react to this. I mean, they are psychiatrists, they deal with this shit on a daily basis but, I'm their daughter, and I know if I tell them that I'm fine they'll believe me because they think good girl Lily would never do anything like this. The weight, how ever was another story. I knew they would disapprove. I knew they wouldn't understand. But it's my life, not theirs.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone at the door. I was hoping it was my parents so I could get the hell out of here but, to my disappointment, it wasn't. It was anyone but. There standing in the door way was Jackson. He was giving me a look of pure disgust. Man, I must have seriously gained weight from this hospital food if it's making him give me this kind of look.

"Oh Great!" I said rolling my eyes and leaning back in bed.

"I told you," he said as a sadness crossed his face.

"Told me what?" I said laughing trying to cover my anger.

"How many time are you gonna end up in the hospital before you realize you need help?" he said quietly, taking a few steps into the room.

"People who need help have a problem, I don't have a problem, therefore, I don't need help," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"You're gonna kill yourself," Jackson said sternly. All I wanted to do was tell him to fuck off. But I kept my lips sealed and let him rant.

"I am not, will you stop saying that?" I said, tossing my hands in the air.

"I don't want to be walking down the beach and find you dead!" He yelled causing a nurse that was standing in the hallway to glance over at us.

"Why do give a damn about what happens to me, you never did before," I said.

"You're like... a little sister to me, I care about you Lily," he said walking towards me.

"Alright, you can cut the big brother looking over me shit I can see right through it," I told him.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself," he said, looking hurt from my previous comment.

"Doing what?" I said, playing dumb.

"KILLING YOURSELF!" he yelled. A nurse quickly came in and hushed us before he continued.

"dammit Jackson, I'm just trying to lose weight, when will you get that threw you fucking head?"

"Lily, you'll die before you're skinny enough,"

I should be yelling at him, screaming. Telling him to fuck off and to go to hell. Screaming for the millionth time that I don't have a problem and that's he overeating to everything, but I didn't. Silence fell over us as he just started at me and I stared back at him.

I knew that he wasn't looking at Lily Truscott, he was looking at my faded hair, my blood shot eyes. My yellow teeth, my pallid face. My baggy eyes, my weak smile. He was staring at someone I didn't know.

A/N: Wow, I was shocked by the amount of reviews I got last chapter to I decided to update quickly.

Okay, I know, bad chapter. Kinda a "filler" chapter if you will.

But here's a quick poll:

Should Jackson tell someone about Lily?

If so who?

Miley, Lily's parents, Oliver, or his dad? Or someone else?

tell me please! and review!