For every one hundred calories you eat a day, infect some kind of harm on to yourself. This way, you will avoid eating.
-Tip on most pro-eating disorder websites.
Rosalie was knelt down in front of the toilet at school. She had done everything to make sure no one would catch her in the act, she left during class time, went to the freshman bathrooms so no one would even know her enough to spread rumors, and hid the toothbrush safely into the space between her jeans and her hip. She all most all ways had one tucked in there, just in case. She had to do it, even if there was a chance she would get caught, every one could see she was skinny, in the back of her mind, she knew none of them thought she was very healthy. Might as well dump the waste before it could settle on her waist.
She was so close, she felt it come closer with every gag. Come on damn food, get up all ready! She thought, thrusting the brush deep into her throat, feeling like it tore at her throat, ripping it as it went. The pain was unbearable like someone had stuck a white hot needle in every corner of her throat, but she had to get it out of her, there was no other way, it had to come! Before she could take it out and get ready for either a massive gag and another stick, or a stream of vomit and another stick, Rosalie could feel warm liquid gush out of her mouth and drip down her chin. It was slippery and thick, and she knew just what it was. Oh God, Oh God, She thought as she fumbled with the lock on the bathroom door and rushed to the sink as fast as she could. Dark red blood filled her mouth and polled around her chin, dripping on the floor and on her clothes. More was coming out, seeking an exit from her body, her poor, battered body. The blood was abandoning her, getting revenge for years of abuse. Rosalie spat in the sink and grabbed handfuls of brown paper towels, and after a few minutes, it seemed to slow a little. Rosalie calmed down enough to stop thinking she was going to die, and she noticed what the bathroom now looked like. How am I going to clean this up? She thought. There was a trail of blood leading from the stall to the sink, and was starting to dry. The sink looked like a war zone, and bloody paper towels littered the counter top. Rosalie herself was a mess. She looked scared out of her mind, and had blood all over her face and on her top and jeans. Blood was drying on the ends of her hair, and her all ready light headed world had increased. Blood still leaked out of her mouth a little, but it was okay, she probably had just cut her throat with the tooth brush. She slid to the ground, noticing for the first time she was also slightly crying and trembling all over. She had never been that scared before in her life, she was sure she had ruptured something and would be dead in minutes. It wasn't uncommon in the dieting gifted.
Rosalie had work to do though. Class got out in less than ten minutes, and this was a popular bathroom. Blood was even visible in the hallway, and certainly from the boy's bathroom across the hall. At any second, someone could walk in and see the gore Rosalie had unleashed. She threw away the blood soak towels, turned the tap in the sink as high and as hot as it would go, to get rid of the blood. She soaked a few towels with the water as well, and set on getting the blood off the floors.
Then, since she was the most lucky person in the planet, a person walked by to go into the boys' bathroom before she got all of the blood away from the view of the open hallway. She didn't move a mussel, praying the person wouldn't look toward the girls' bathroom and she her covered in blood and trying to clean the mess. It didn't work out that way.
"Oh shit!" the dark haired boy yelled, jumping a good three inches in the air. Did she really look that bad? "What the hell happened?" He asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Rosalie told him, "Just a nosebleed." She was hoping that he would accept this and walk away, but fate didn't have it that way.
"Nosebleed my ass, you look like you just gave up half your blood!" That was going a bit far, but what else could it look like, really?
"Why does it mean any thing to you?" Rosalie snarled, getting defencive.
"well considering I just all most had a heart attack seeing you covered in blood and gore, a lot." he told her, "Let me help you, do you need to go to the nurse? If that really was a nosebleed, somethings up with you." Before she could stop him, he started walking over to the girls' bathroom.
"You can't come in here." She pointed out, grasping at straws.
"When it comes to the prevention of the spread of HIV and AIDS, I think the admins will understand, besides, I'm anti segregation." He told her, not even breaking his pace. Who was this guy?
"Now, tell me," he said once the blood was cleaned, "how did you learn to have a nosebleed out your mouth?" Rosalie had forgotten the dried blood that caked the inside of her mouth, being caught up in the joy just to see the bleeding go down. There was probably still blood seeping out a bit, cut throats bled like mad. Then she locked gaze on what he was seeing, and gasped from the shock of it. She was such an idiot. Not two feet from them lay the toothbrush that Rosalie had cut her throat with, thrown to the side in the shock of the blood. The end was crimson, from about three inches down.
"That looks embarrassing." He pointed out. Rosalie didn't know how she could explain, there was no way out of this. An outsider knew her secret, it was only a matter of time before it got out. All her hard work would be thrown away, because she was too stupid to hold it in for a few hours.
The boy stood, and offered Rosalie a hand to help her up.
"Do you want a ride home?" He asked, "You can't really go to class looking like you just walked through the zombie apocalypse."
"I'd love one, even if you are a total stranger." She said, survaying the damage done to her outfit. It was ruined.
"Emmett McCarthy," He said, "and you?"
"Rosalie Hale." She told him.
"Now we aren't strangers any more," He said with a smile. Rosalie smiled back, then bent down to pick up the toothbrush, throwing it in the trash, not even bothering to pretend he hadn't seen it.
"How strongly are you against skipping?" Emmett asked, fishing around his backpack for car keys.
"Not at all." Rosalie told him, wondering why he would be in the freshman building if he was at least sixteen. It wasn't like this was the best bathroom, why would he go out of his way for it? it seemed stupid.
"Good, 'cause I was just on my way to do just that." He told her flashing a smile her way. That must have been why he was over here, trying to get passed the security guard.
Emmett had a black jetta parked in the student lot, and Rosalie climbed in the passenger's seat, giving him derections to her house. She only lived a few miles from the school, so they were there in minutes. Neither said anything the whole time, and Rosalie's only thought was the blood flagged toothbrush now sitting in the school trashcan among paper towels laiden with her blood. Someone would notice them today, and taped of the hallway would show just how left the bathroom covered in blood. Rosalie was toast, and she knew it.
"Thanks for the ride," Rosalie said, "and for helping me." before going to get out. She didn't ever want to see him again, now that he knew her secret. He had to be marked and fazed out before any sort of friendship started, him starting to feel attached to her could only end badly, because there wad no one Rosalie would ever love more than Ana and Mia.
He caught her arm on the way out, and looked her right in eyes.
"Rosalie, promise me you're going to get help. That's a serious problem you have going on there."
Why couldn't he see it wasn't a problem? It was her lifestyle, her religion. She would be lost without her two goddesses, Ana and Mia to guide her, to love her and watch out for her. They were far from a problem, they were her saving grace.
"I will" Rosalie said quickly and quietly before getting out and shuting the door.
She didn't know that she would soon be dying to see him.
Hey, it's Master spy advenger, and I want YOU to help me!
I've known since the start one of the two girls (If not both) would not see the end of it, but I don't know who it will be. Review and tell me if you think it should Rosalie or Alice, or even both if you're in the mood this evening, because I want to make this story more enjoyable for you, since 'having fun' will be hard for me either way (as this story is designed by me to scare the crap out of me, having fun will not be something I can do with this)
You have a big voice in this, if not all of it. I'll make my mind up when I have 15 people tell me who they think it should be, because that's the lowest number I can draw a clear majority from. If I don't get 15, I won't quit with this story, but I will make my own mind up on who dies, and all the people that did cast their vote will be disapointed.
As all ways, thanks for reading
-Master Spy advenger