Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through

Brand New- Jesus Christ

When Blair went to talk to the director, she was a bit nervous. She had never been in trouble before. She sighed. A middle aged woman with a tired expression opened the door.

"You can leave." She said to the nurses, that quickly took off. "So, you're Blair."

"That's correct." Blair answered.

"I'm Doctor Mendory and I received the information that you hid your food instead of eating it. We're trying to get you better, Blair. You need to understand that. Now, you either start eating or you start being fed by a machine. Are we clear?"

"Yes, M'am." Blair said politely. "However, I would like to know who gave you such informations?"

"I can't tell you that."

"But you can. Don't worry. I'm a very peaceful person. I'm just curious to know who cares enough to encourage me to get better. You know, so that I can thank them." Blair said, innocently.

"I see... Georgina Sparks is a very good girl and she informed me you needed help."

"That is so sweet of her." Blair continued manipulating the poor woman. "I mean, I wish I could be her friend but I'm too shy to make friends." Blair sighed dramatically. "Maybe you could talk to her and ask her why she had intercourse with Charles Bass inside the Hospital rooms. I'm worried about her. I think she is a sex addict." The doctor's face paled. "Well, now, if you'll excuse me..."

"Thank you for being so open." The woman said, regaining her compustore. "You may now go, Blair." Blair smiled and left with a wave.

When she exited the room, she met a very angry Chuck Bass.

"What the fuck?" He asked.

"Eavesdropping is rude." She informed.

"You told on me."

"It was colateral damage. Now grow up." She smirked but now she was feeling so guilty. She shouldn't have done that. Chuck was her only friend there.

"Colateral damage? Fuck you, Blair. I guess you really are a total bitch. You're just like Georgina. You betray people that actually care. So fuck you." By the end, Blair was looking down, ashamed.

"Look, I'm... I'm sorry." It had been a while since she had apologized. But Chuck didn't know that, now did he?

"I don't care." He turned around and left. Blair ran to her dorm and found clothes that didn't belong to her. She had a roomate. She ignored that and locked herself in the bathroom, not knowing there were cameras watching her. She did the only thing she knew how to do, purging. And God, did she feel better.

She flushed the water and watched as all of her pain fade away. She got up and cleaned herself up, put on some makeup and a chewing gum and forced a smile. She was fine. She had to be.

She unlocked the bathroom and went to her room to face a girl, who seemed to be about 14 looking at her, eyebrows raised.

"I heard you. That was gross." Blair rolled her eyes.

"I felt a little sick."

"Sure you did." The blonde girl said, laughing. "I'm Jenny, by the way."

"I did not ask you." Blair said. "But I'm Blair. Looks like we're roomates." Jenny nodded and Blair looked at her bandaged wrists.

"You know they have cameras on the bathrooms, right? If you made yourself throw up, they know it." Blair started panicking, unable to control her breathing. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. "Blair, calm down. They already know you're bulimic." Blair was about to nod when her vision went black.

Chuck knew he had exagerated. He hadn't meant to be so mean. But he thought she could be her friend. And now she had fucked him over and he was so hurt.

But he was worried. What if she really was sorry for what she had done? He panicked when he saw nurses running to Blair's room in a rush. Fuck, what had she done? He hurried to the room to see a pale Blair arguing with the nurses that she was fine. Jenny (one of our patients and, apparently, Blair's new roomate) explained she had had a panic attack. The nurses nodded and told the brunette to wait for a doctor to examine her. Blair refused weakly. The nurses didn't say anything and just left. Chuck entered the room.

"Blair..." He said softly. She looked at him. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." She told him, quietly. "But they'll probably throw me out of here."

"Why?" He asked. Blair looked away, so Jenny spoke.

"Hum, she kind of... made herself sick again." Blair looked at her furiously.

"Did I tell you you could tell him? What the fuck, Jenny?" Jenny apologized, despite regretting nothing and Blair just rolled her eyes.

"Why?" Blair's eyes told him everything and he felt so guilty. He never felt guilt for doing something shitty before. But Blair seemed to change everything and everyone around her. "Because of me?"

"No." She replied. "Because of a lot of things." Blair shrugged. "It's not a big deal." Chuck opened his mouth but Blair held out a hand to silence him. "Do not contradict me."

A doctor knocked on the door and asked the others to leave so that she could examine Blair.

"Well you seem to be fine." The doctor affirmed after a while. "However, we need to talk about you throwing up." Blair smiled.

"Just send me away already." Blair said, simply.

"I cannot send you away for relapsing. But remember your mother is paying a lot to keep you here."

"Money is not a problem."

"Don't you want to get better?" Blair shrugged. "Alright then. Suit yourself. You'll be stuck in here until you start getting better anyways." The doctor left, avoiding an argument with the one and only Blair Waldorf.

"What a bitch." Blair muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile Chuck had lighten up a cigarette. They let him smoke in there after he had found the director fucking one of the patients and threatned to spread it unless he had some privileges. He raised his sleeve and put out his cigar on his wrist, biting his lip at the small sharp pain that he loved to much. He then walked to Blair Walforf's room and knocked.

"Come in!" He heard. He opened the door and sat on the chair next to Blair's bed.

"How did it go?"

"Shit." She said laughing. "You've been smoking." She said.

"How do you know that?"

"You smell like tobacco. My boyfriend smoked a lot." She explained.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Ex-boyfriend." Chuck saw the hurt look on her face and she sighed. "We broke up a bit before I came here."

"Why?"

"About a year ago, he slept with my best friend."

"What's his name?" He asked, annoyed. How could anyone ever cheat on a girl as breathtaking as Blair?

"Nate Archibald." Chuck's face lit up with recognition. "Do you know him?"

"Yeah. We've been friends since we were kids. I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"We didn't talk much."

"I thought you said you dated?"

"We did."

Blair looked away slowly. "He didn't love me. I bet Serena knows." She whispered.

"Your best friend, I assume."

"Yeah." Blair said bitterly. "She's beautiful, skinny and blonde. You'd love her. Everyone does."

"She's probably going to visit you soon."

"Ugh. I know. I wish she wouldn't visit me." Blair said, rolling her eyes. "She's probably just going to rub in my face how perfect she is." She sighed. "Serena is the kind of girl boys (and my mother) like. Wild, sweet, gorgeous."

"I like them classier and a bit more fucked up." Chuck winked and Blair laughed, a blush creeping on her cheeks. "And that blush when complimented." Blair showed him her middle finger.

"Fuck off."

"Whoah. And I thought you were classy." Chuck laughed.

"I am." Blair noticed Chuck's sleeve had rolled up a bit, showing a lot of scars from cuts and burns, some of them recent and one of them looked like it had been done about one hour ago. "What happened?" She asked simply. Chuck put his sleeve down quickly and played with it.

"It's none of your business."

"So, you can know things about me but I can't know shit about you?" Blair challenged. Chuck rolled his eyes.

"Stop being such a drama queen. This isn't about you. Get over it." She got up and started walking out of the room. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, her face inches from him. "I'm sorry. Don't go." Blair sighed and freed herself from his grasp. She sat next to him once again and burried her face on his shoulder. "Whenever I feel anxious or sad or depressed, I hurt myself." She switched her eyes to his face. "I've been like this since I was a kid. But it got worse as I entered high school. My dad started drinking more and I moved out when I was 14. I was so alone."

"I'm sorry." Blair whispered. "You shouldn't have to go through that. No 14 year old should have to live on their own. No one should feel the need to hurt themselves."

"Now, why did you start making yourself throw up?" Chuck asked.

"I was 10 when it first happened. I didn't even know what I was doing. I had eaten too much and my mother called me a pig and told me to stop stuffing my face. It didn't happen again for 2 years. I was 12 and Nate had completely ignored me at my birthday party, spending it talking to Serena. When everybody left, I ate everything on my reach and purged. From then on, it kepts happening. But Nate started to pay me more attention when I was 13, so I stopped for a while. My dad left for a male model when I was 14, so I did it again, and again, and again.

"Serena fucked off after fucking my boyfriend behind my back when we were 15, so I had Nate to myself. I stopped then. When Serena came back, about 3 months ago, Nate told me he had cheated on me. It got so bad, Chuck. I couldn't help it. Nate broke up with me and, 2 days afterwards, here I am." Chuck kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I think you're gorgeous." Blair started crying then. "Hey, shh, it's alright."

"Fuck. Can you just leave?" No one had ever seen her cry. Well, apart from Serena, when she had caught her throwing up in the bathroom, when they were both 14. She had comforted her.

"No." Chuck said, putting her even closer. "I'm not leaving." They stayed like that for about half an hour, until one of the nurses announced they had to go to dinner. Blair washed her face and combed her hair. Jenny came in.

"Can I sit next to you?" She asked. "Georgina is giving me shit and she's scared of you guys."

Blair nodded, looking at Chuck, who smirked. "I know I'm very handsome, Waldorf, but there's no need to stare." Blair fumed.

"You wish." She responded, taking Jenny by her arm and dragging her to dining hall. They had a nice meal, and, this time, Blair actually ate, distracted by Chuck's jokes. She may have exercised for 1 hour, but she didn't cry herself to sleep that night.

A/N- 2000 words guys, are you proud of me? ;) Please review so that I can know how to improve. Thank you for taking your time reading my stories.