Watch other people eat, and feel superior!

-Tip on most pro-eating disorder websites

Rosalie was seriously starting to get really, really annoyed. It was one thing for the kid to wait in the front of the school for her one morning, the morning after he saw her in the after shock of blood puking, but every morning? That was major over kill. It was sweet of him and all, but Rosalie seriously just wanted to knock him upside the head! Maybe that would make him leave her alone once and for all. Why did he even care? What made him want to talk to her every day? He sure did go out of his way to find her, cancelling out the effort she put in to stay far, far away from him. Most normal people would get the point that she didn't want to talk to them any more, and that they should go get a life or some thing. But not this person. When she tried harder to avoid him, he only tried harder to get to her. He acted like he had won a game of hide and seek whenever he found her in the morning, and Rosalie could only imagine that she looked like the kid that had been found.

After a week, Rosalie had just about had it. She was always one second away from screaming at him, but some thing made her hold back. Deep, deep down, she liked having her around, but that all powerful force that had been her driving force always took over before she could think of him any further, seeing him only as an enemy. Rosalie told herself that she didn't try and make him really, really mad at her because then he would have a reason to spread her secret around the school, and then risk it getting back to her mother. But was that really what she thought? She wasn't sure. Her thoughts were always split in two, thoughts that were hers, and thoughts that were ruled by Ana and Mia. It had been so long that Rosalie's thoughts, the three of theirs all mixed together, one train of thought in a horrible crash, Rosalie never knew if what she thought was really her opinion or not, if that made any sense.

"Look," Emmett said, one week to the day that Rosalie had cut her throat. One week since Mia got her way, and it was showing in her actions. She was cranky and short wired, and always on edge. "I know I don't understand what's going on right now with you, and I never will, but..."

Rosalie cut him off, "Yeah, so why don't you just mind yourself?" She snapped, not in a good mood to start, she didn't need this to be brought up.

And to her surprise, he laughed. "Because, Rosalie. I don't want you to die, even if you don't care about it yourself, I do."

Rosalie's blood ran cold. She had never once heard that line come from someones mouth, and having it be aimed at her. People had always had that 'maybe if we don't talk about it, it will go away' type of attitude around her. She had certainly never had it come from someone she hardly knew.

"You don't even know me." She mumbled, not knowing what else to say. There would be no 'I'll get better' or 'yes I do care if I live or die' moment if her life, she was going to act this way until Ana or Mia said otherwise, and no sooner.

"I know you enough," Emmett told her, "enough to know that I do not want you to go away forever, and because of some thing that can be stopped. You need help, Rosalie."

That blew it, if there were two words she could not stand in this world, they were 'get help'. Rosalie needed no help, she was perfect. Much more perfect than any of the slobs telling her to get it.

"I don't need help!" She hissed, drawing back from him. Now would be the perfect time to go away forever, to just blend in with the crowd until he could see her skinny body no more, and that would be the end.

"If you saw some one bleeding out of their mouth, would you tell them to see a doctor?" Emmett asked, using some sort of mind trick on her. He didn't know her well enough, he could use these on her all day and they wouldn't make a difference.

"Not if they didn't want to." Rosalie told him. "I respect the medical choices people make, unlike you." She had to start being a bitch to him, it was the only way he would go. She didn't care if she published her eating disorders in the newspaper at this point, she just wanted him out of her life for good. What was it going to take?

"Yeah, sorry I care about you." He snapped back. That wasn't right, Rosalie thought. He shouldn't be telling her he cared, he should be backing away, pissed off and angry, never looking back at her. He should be gone like all the others.

"You just met me." Rosalie told him, not believing that he actually cared about her like he said he did.

"So?" He said simply. He looked at her with his large green eyes, and Rosalie saw that caring factor, the one that made her throw away all of her friends years ago. The one she never hoped to see again. This time, she didn't have the heart to tell him to get lost and never come back. She wasn't even sure she wanted him to.

"Your crazy." She told him, and she meant it. If she meant it though, why was she smiling?

"I've been told that before." He answered, his face splitting open in a grin. "So what do you say, Rosalie? Cut the sourness?" So he did take hints, he just didn't listen to them.

"Sure." Rosalie said, after a moment of thought. She could handle having one person than knew, right? She had to stay on his good side, any way.

"Friends?" He asked then, smiling even bigger.

"Friends." Rosalie agreed, wondering what she was getting herself into.

If he tries to get rid of us, don't say we didn't warn you. A voice in her head told her.

And, for the first time ever, Rosalie ignored it.