Carry something in a small container (cleaning products, liquid shoe polish, etc) and put a few drops on your food whenever you are forced to go out and no one is looking. No way in hell you'll want to eat it, no matter how hungry you are.

-Tip on most pro-eating disorder sites.

Alice woke up not being able to breathe. Any air she got came in short little gasps, and each seemed to only have a tablespoon of oxygen in it. She rolled onto her stomach and pulled herself up on her elbows, trying to ignore the horrible pain it caused her sides. She gasped, and she could hear the whispering sound the small amount of air made in her throat. Alice nearly gagged on the air, trying to breathe fast, so she could get more in. She coughed, which was a good sign. You have to be able to breathe in order to cough. Her sides were exploding in pain, like someone had just set them on fire, after shoving paper down her throat. Alice was panicking.

In the middle of this, she started to feel dizzy and light headed. Her world was going black, she could feel herself slipping away. She had to stay awake, she couldn't let herself faint like she wanted to. If she fainted, she was dead, it was that simple. She had to fight whatever was going wrong in her, she might not know exactly what was the matter that was making her feel this way, but she knew it was from not eating. She didn't remember the last time she had. Three, maybe four days ago? She didn't know for sure, only that it was a really long time.

Now, her body was getting its revenge in a horrible way.

Dear God, I'm going to die. Alice thought, still trying not to slip away, a task that was becoming harder and harder every second. She could barely breathe, and it was getting worse and worse every single second. Even the smallest of gasps deepened the pain in her sides, and it made her want to stop breathing, it hurt so bad. She wanted to check and see if someone had stabbed her and that was why she was having so many problems, but she could barely see, she was so dizzy all she saw was a black sheet.

Don't do this, Ana, you wanted me to do this! Alice thought, desperately calling out to her friend who also her fiend, abandoning her while she was in such a horrible mess. I must have done some thing wrong, Ana wouldn't do this to me if I was doing every thing I wanted her to do! Alice thought, knowing right away it was her fault. Maybe if she had gone to work out today instead of skipping because she felt too weak from hunger to even lift her head, she wouldn't be slipping into a black hole, with no chance of getting out. Ana got what Ana wanted, why did Alice question that? She should have tried harder, tried until there was nothing more she could do! It would serve her right if Ana killed her tonight, took her soul and found another body to call home in Alice's place. Someone who would listen to every word she said, every act and order fallowed perfectly. Had Ana thought Alice would be a nice little order fallower, and that was why she set up shop in her mind? She must have.

But not right now. Right now, she was getting her revenge.

Alice sat up and clutched her sides, willing them not to explode from the pain of every thing, the pain she wanted to rid herself of, but could not find a way to. Her lungs begged for air, any amount, because her throat had almost totally shut up, Alice tried as hard as she could to do the simple act of breathing, but she was unable to, save for a few times here and there. She could not think, she could not see. A bomb could have gone off and she was sure she would not hear it, not hear anything but the sound of her brain frying, see nothing but the pops of light before her eyes, and feel nothing but the pangs of pain and want, calling out to her body.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of this torture, Alice fell back to where she had been sleeping, only now, she was unconscious.

Alice slowly began to find her body parts. Her mind began to drift back to the real world, and her lungs filled with wonderful air. Light filtered through her eyelids, and she wondered what time it was. Then she remembered the night before, and her mind filled with nothing but the horrible, terrifying memory.

She opened her eyes, surprised that she was still actually alive. The night before, she was so sure that she was going to die, she had never been so scared in her whole life. Ana had punished her, it wasn't the first time it had happened, and it wasn't the last, either.

Ana was much more strict than Mia. Mia could be forgiving, maybe you would binge and only make yourself puke one time. Possibly, you could eat a normal sized meal and not throw up at all. Mia was like the girl in school who would be a mean bitch to you at times, but when you were down and crying your eyes out, she would be there, rubbing your back and telling you that every thing was okay, that you didn't do any thing wrong. She would tell you that tomorrow was another day and you could always try harder, you could always make it up. She would tell you how good of a job you had done in the past for her, and that she had faith in you to keep at it the next time, that this was a one time mistake.

Ana, on the other hand, would be screaming in your face for crying. She would tell you that you were being a weak baby, that you can never be pretty and thin if you keep acting like a blubbering baby for the rest of your life. And while she was at it, she would cuss you out for every thing you ate, no matter how tiny, over the past week. She would pace in front of you, wearing tight jeans and a tank top to show off exactly how skinny and beautiful she saw, giving you eyes that felt like they would cut through your skin, her words so sharp you could cut yourself on them, lashing out at you. And you would sit there, trying to control your tears and begging for forgiveness.

And when it was all done, Ana would sit down next to you and smile. She would tell you that you had just said 'yes please' to skinny, and that she was proud of you. Your heart would lighten, and you would fill with pride.

Break Ana's rules, and she would punish you so badly that you would never want to do any thing to make her mad again. And there were only so many times you could be punished before Ana got fed up with dealing with you and just ended your life. She would do it painfully and slowly, dragging it out so you could understand jusy how much of a failar you were, just how weak you were. She would challenge you to beat her, and you would always lose. Always.

Alice got lucky this time, Ana allowed her one more chance to make things right.

As if she wanted Alice to remember just how badly she had messed up, and that she was lucky to be alive, she still bore some of her punishment. her sides were sore from trying so hard to breathe, and she seemed unable to get air in fast enough, she wanted so much, to suck it down. Being able to breathe normally was the most wonderful thing Alice had ever felt, other than the little high she got every time she lost a pound. That was some thing that simply could not be beaten.

When Alice tried to get up though, she felt a flash of white hot pain at her rib cage. She thought it was back again, that she was soon going to have the air sucked back out of her. But she could still breathe fine, except for when she took a really deep breath, then her rib cage hurt again, sharply. She rolled up the side of her top to check on it, and gasped at what she saw.

An area of her rib cage was swollen and dark, almost black, like a huge bruise. In the middle of it was a tiny bump. Alice heart lurched when she saw it, and she wondered how she could get out of the house with her side looking this way and not being in horrible pain. Alice placed two fingers on the bump, and took them right off, the pain they made was horrible.

Wonderful. Alice thought, I broke it from all the coughing.

Alice knew that there was really nothing you could do for a broken rib but take it easy and let it heal on its own, so she didn't need to let her parents know. And thank God for it, because she would be questioned out to China if they saw it. She just had to hide it, hide it, and not piss Ana off again.

I'm sorry Ana, I'm so sorry. Alice thought, vowing to do better.

So, I still need nine more votes before I will set the final stone in this story, but for right now, it looks like Rosalie is going to be it.

Also, I just wanted to let you all know the wrap day for this will be Feburary 25th, it falls right in the middle of Eating disorder awarness week.

I'm thinking it will wrap around 45-60 chapters, I know that sounds crazy, but this story is too much for a small amount of chapters, and I can almost promise it will not be under 60,000 words.

And now, in the words of bugs bunny: "That's all folks!"