By now there is no hope for this story, but I will keep writing it. I want to remind the few readers of this story that this is NOT a story about Drew. She WILL be still in it, but it is not based off of her, it was just the first chapter. Every chapter is based on a different Aphrodite kid, sorry if that changed your views on this! -thatnerdgirl

For Krista Jacobson the only thing wrong in her life was that the Titan War. But then, things started to happen. Anorexia and bulimia happened. Two months before Piper had walked in on Krista purging, her father sent her to a wellness center. Being a workaholic he never noticed how much Krista's perfect sports body turned into an unstable skeleton filled with insecurities. But then he found Krista's food journal complete with her weight records and just how much she had lost. Before the disorder, Krista was 5''7 and 130 pounds of muscle, when she was admitted into the wellness center; she was 100 pounds of struggles.

After a month at the "fatness" center Krista's dad sent her to Camp Half-Blood so her sisters and friends could help her. She left the wellness center at 110. She had to eat all her meals in front of Chiron in the Big House. She had to eat at least half of her food, and wasn't allowed to know her weight. Sometimes it was more frustrating than other people would understand. There were stains on the walls of the Big House where Krista had thrown her plate; no one would know what it was from besides Chiron and Mr. D. That's when the purging started. She wasn't getting to 95 without a fight; the two months in the fatness center hadn't helped a bit, just a set back. She had to eat, but that didn't mean she didn't have to hold it down.

It all started when Krista found stretch marks on the insides of her supposably lean legs, she ignored them until the swim season started where her body was always exposed. She was faster than the other girls, but they didn't have marks on the insides of their legs. The swim trainer told the girls that if they woke up in the morning more tired than usual, or they didn't feel hungry at meal times, they were over trained. So that's what Krista did, over-trained herself. Just until the marks are gone, Krista had promised herself. The pounds dropped fast with two personal training sessions a day plus swim practice. The stretch marks subsided, swim season ended and lacrosse started up again.

Krista convinced herself that the marks would never really go away, the scars were still visible, and she would do anything to make sure they never came back. She made the varsity team that year, and trained regularly with the team. The thoughts of her weight slowly went away as her friends commented on her amazing body and pretty face. But going back to camp ruined all the progress lacrosse had given her. Her brothers and sisters were more perfect, more beautiful, and way skinnier. With the stress of the war and the pressure of her sisters, Krista dropped down to 99.

She looked sickly and unnatural. It was where she decided to stop. Going any farther would kill her, if she wasn't already dying already. She wouldn't go swimming in the lake of wear skimpy clothes that would show off her knobby knees and boney arms. Silena was the only one at the time who tried to talk her into putting weight back on. Silena had secrets of her own, she had suffered from her own eating disorder a couple years ago. The only thing that knocked sense into her was Beckendorf, if he ever found out, it would have killed him. So she got better, before she died she was helping out Krista. Silena got her up to 100, but once she died, Krista's will to change evaporated. She was back to 95 in the matter of weeks.

When the war ended and she had to go back home for school, it got hard for her to keep it from her dad, and her volleyball teammates. She was constantly tired, knocked down to the B Squad because she could preform as well (she had made JV the year before), and she fainted four times. Those little spandex shorts made everyone stare at her legs, girls whispered and her coach made her get weighed. At 94 pounds Krista was severely underweight, on the cusp of death. She was rushed to the hospital after the weighing, her father was notified, but he was two hours away from the hospital for a business meeting. He scheduled her to be shuttled to the wellness center the next day. Krista didn't even see him in between.

At the fatness center the nurses treated her like a child, as if she couldn't take care of herself already. None of those overweight nurses were in her head, thinking what she was thinking, none of those shrinks could ever understand the pressure on her shoulders. Or her addiction to being thin. At the fatness center she was "sick" in the real world, outside of that bubble of lies, she was beautiful, and strong. The fatness center was a place of brainwashing, the only way out was to pretend. Pretend that you were getting "better". On the inside of those yellow walls you couldn't shave without a nurse watching and all of your meals were planned. You couldn't go to the bathroom alone and you never knew your weight. In a building full of "girls like her" Krista never felt so alone.

When Krista's father decided to send her back to camp she was furious. It was only because he was too busy to worry about making sure I ate, or didn't stay up all night working out. No time to make sure she was going to school and doing homework. No time for Krista.

So lets just do what Aphrodite did: send her to camp half-blood.

Because that's exactly what Krista wanted to do, go back to her other emotionally wrecked, judgmental siblings. Perfection.

"GET OUT!" Krista yelled at Piper, sobbing like a little kid.

Krista was purging, she hated when people saw her doing this, it was a sign that she had hit rock bottom. But not for long, today was the first day of freedom, no more meals with Chiron. No more purging. Fasting and exercising only. She was back to the days when she lived off of sweetener. On confident days in between fasting the only meal that Krista would eat was breakfast. Breakfast restores sugar levels after 12 hours of not eating, makes losing weight and dieting easier and increases your concentration. Breakfast was allowed.

Krista leaned against the cool bathroom wall trying to calm her self down. She sat there for a couple minutes then got up and washed her hands and brushed her teeth. She looked at her red eyes and her thin blonde hair pulled back into a sloppy pony tail, her sunken face was fixed with a frown. She took a breath and walked back into the luxurious cabin. Piper was yelling at Drew about who knows what, those two were always fighting. Drew was ignoring her, as usual.

She went to her bunk and grabbed her coat, sweatshirt and mittens. She was going for a walk, she needed to get out of the cabin. Outside, it was lightly snowing, it was pretty against the glowing lights of the cabins. The past two winters have been the coldest yet, well, at least for Krista. Her loss of body fat left her with nothing to help her keep warm, she was forced to wear layers upon layers of clothing. But the layers were a good thing too, long underwear underneath a pair of jeans made it seem like she was healthy on the outside. But what was on the outside was only skin deep.

The fresh snow crunched under her chestnut Uggs, her breath fogged around her as she walked across the cabin area and to the lake. She sat on the bench and looked at the half-shoveled off lake that had been cleared for a small ice rink. Some older guys played hockey, in one area and other couples attempted to skate around them. Krista could sense their vibes, it made her smile, a rare sight from her in that time. Someone sat next to her on the bench and put their arm around her.

Alex. Even without looking she could sense him. She could feel that warm feeling in her chest whenever couples were around her, except this feeling was strong. Alex was the son of Ares, but totally hot and not as much as a jerk as the rest of his siblings but just as serious, he had a huge crush on Krista. She turned to him, he was wearing a black winter hate with a black Carhartt jacket with dark ripped up jeans.

"Hey," She said.

"Hey," He said seriously, pulling Krista into a hug. She thought he would snap her in half. He looked at her and frowned, "You're getting smaller."

He knew, of course he knew. Krista always noticed to way she looked at her legs in the summer, but they hadn't talked for a while, maybe he thought she had changed. It was obvious that she hadn't.

"You need to stop." He said with urge.

"I can't."

Shouting erupted from the cabin area. Krista recognized the voice, her sister Lucy had arrived.