If you get a craving, count to 100, and maybe it will pass. If it doesn't, do every thing you can to resist it. Remember, food is evil

-Tip on most pro-eating disorder websites.

Rosalie ran from the car and unlocked the front door of her house with the key around her neck. The familiar sights welcomed her, and she slammed the door with a bang, as if it was the door's fault that she had messed up so much. She couldn't believe she had allowed someone else to know her secret, someone who did not share her common goal. It was impossible for her to grasp the fact that within the day, the entire school would know exactly what Rosalie had done in the bathroom.

She knew one thing was for sure, she could never see that Emmett guy again. He would press her for information, he would bring up the thorny topic again and again if she gave him the chance. She would have to ignore him at all costs, go out of her way to stay separate from him. Her secret would stay safe, now matter how far she had to go to do so. If Emmett tried to track her down, she would do whatever it took to make him never want to speak to her again. She didn't care how many people she had to make absolutely hate her, she only cared about the approval of two people, their three letter names calling out to her where ever she went. Rosalie had no doubt in her mind that no matter what, she would always put those two people before any one else. Always.

One person had found out her secret today, now she had to prevent the finding of another. She changed out of her bloody shirt and jeans and stuffed them in a garbage bag, then took the bag to the side of the house so her mother wouldn't find them. She made sure there wasn't a trace of blood left in her mouth, and washed her hair to get any of it out of her white blond strands. She had done a pretty good job of covering up, except for the whole Emmett thing, and the fact that her bloody toothbrush now sat in the bathroom at school ad-mist blood soaked towels and what not. She should have thrown something clean on top of all that, since no one pays close attention to what they see in the garbage, but she was too preoccupied at the moment to factor that in. She was such an idiot! Any one could have seen it by now, and if it was someone from the last class she had been in, they could easily put two and two together.

Rosalie wondered how long she would have to let her throat heal for. Cuts could take a long time to be all the way better, and unless she wanted to explain why the bathroom was full of bloodstains, she had better not even try to purge before she could one hundred percent certain it was healed. That could be weeks, as Rosalie well knew. She hadn't gone so long without purging in years and years, so it was reasonable that she had her own self doubts about it. Did she trust herself not to be tempted just to try after eating? Did she really have it in her to resist? She didn't think so, she was so used to just doing it, it was part of her daily routine. Every day getting ready for school was the same thing for her as all her classmates, with only one difference. Every single morning since she started middle school she purged at least once before leaving the house, and now, she would have to skip that for weeks. Would she just do it out of habit? Forgetting that she had cut her throat and could not?

Rosalie was going to have to put an amazing amount of trust into herself. She didn't know if she should, or if she would be able to hold it. Her life was like a thin rope holding the titanic alone, one false move, one unsure moment, one sign of weakness, and it was all over.

Alice slipped into a tight top, knowing that even though it would show the bump of her broken rib, she had to have some thing holding it slightly firm. It was the best thing she could think of doing for it, since there was no way she was going to tell any one about what happened last night. She didn't feel like being admitted to an eating disorder hospital just right now or... ever for that matter. She didn't need help, she was just fine, if not better than most people. People say you can die from being skinny, but don't they see the dangers of being fat as well? Every day people died from having heart attacks and strokes from being too god damn fat! Alice was much better off skinny, the way she was.

Alice could go on living this way forever, she wasn't going to die unless she ticked off Ana again, then she might be in trouble, but there wise, no. Her body didn't have to work through all that gross fat, her body didn't feel the strain of working to supply blood to every part of her messed up body. She was fine, there was nothing the matter, nothing that needed fixing for sure. The rest of the world needed fixing, that was it. When was the last time you left the house and didn't see some hugely fat person? Alice couldn't remember, it was so long. It was like they were every where! Any amount of fat was a sign of weakness, a sign that you had no self control. Alice's self control was superb, and her healthy bones showed it.

She made it out of the house to school without any one noticing the bump, and she hoped that no one would when she got there. She would have to lie, and make a pretty dang good lie up at that. She wouldn't let any one know that she had coughed so hard for so long last night that she had broken a rib and then passed out. That was for her to know and her only. Not even Rosalie was allowed to know, and she was her best friend who had probably had some thing like that before. That would be like publishing a secret your best friend had trusted you with, and it wasn't too far from the truth, to be honest. Ana didn't like people even hinting what went on between you and her, and Alice didn't want to go back on that trust in even the tiniest amount.

But, even so, Alice should have guessed that someone would notice the little bump on her side, so she spent all day trying to make sure it was as hiden as she could get it. She really did try her best, and almost made it to the end of the day. And yet, with one period left, a whole forty-five minutes, someone saw it. She was changing into her clothes for PE, and when she took off her top, someone saw the huge bruise with the bump as a target in the middle, and couldn't keep it to herself, she had to call it out and ask what it was.

"Ouch." She cringed when she caught a glimpse of the purple and black, "what did you do, Alice?"

Alice had planned out what she was going to say, and the words fell softly and freely from her mouth, like they had been dying to get out, like Alice herself had convinced herself they were the truth. "I triped and fell down some stairs." She said simply, like it was no big deal, slipping her PE shirt over her head to cover the evidance.

"Why are you doing PE then? Can't you just sit out?" The girl, someone Alice had known since the third grade, her name was Brianne, asked.

"I don't want to take a zero for the day in the easiest class there is," Alice told her, "Besides, it's not nearly as bad as it looks."

This seemed to satisfy her, and Brianne went on getting ready for PE herself. Alice had pulled it off, now, there was no way any one would question her again today about the stupid thing. It was all in a days work. Keep the secret at all costs, even if that cost was your life.

Rosalie had to be seeing things. There was no way Emmett was standing right next to the enterance of school, on the day right after she met him, when she had never seen before at school. No. Freakin'. Way.

Rosalie prayed to God he would leave before she had to go to those doors, but the bell had already rung and if she didn't hurry, she would be late for class. Rosalie wanted perfection in every thing she did, a tardy was just the kind of thing she went out of her way to avoid. The only reason she even skipped yesterday was because she was glad to just be alive, and knew she couldn't go back to class covered in gore.

And then, as fate would have it, Emmett saw her in the deserted courtyard and moved from his post, walking toward her. What were the odds that he had just happened to be standing right there, at that moment, and decided to come in this direction? Rosalie figured close to zero percent. She really didn't want to have to deal with him just then, she was already in a bad enough mood from not being able to purge herself that morning, and she was going to have to get used to it for the next three weeks. Rosalie tried to figure out a way to get away from him, and hoping he would forget all about her by tomorrow, but it was too late, he was standing right in front of her.

"Hey," He said, blocking her way to the school. Rosalie knew he was going to get to the hard stuff soon, and she would just prefer he got it doen sooner rather than later.

"Hi." She said to him, not daring to look him in the eyes. If she did, she might see some thing she didn't want to, like the fact that if he waited out here for her, he had to care about her, and that caring emotion was what broke her down. Seeing that caring in her former best friends eyes had been what made Rosalie tell her she never wanted to speak to her again.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He told her, sounding hurt. She right away wished she hadn't put that cold and harsh tone in her voice, hoping it made him just leave her alone. She hoped she didn't hurt him.

"I'm fine." She said, trying to lighten her voice, make it sound like she didn't want to kill him.

She didn't even fool herself.