What do you want more? To eat for a few minutes, or be thin for the rest of your life?

- anorexic quote

Rosalie couldn't find a dress for the dance in the entire regions of the local mall. They were all too huge, like they were made for the morbidly obese, not the beautiful thin girl Rosalie was. She had left her house right after she got back from a run at around ten, and she vowed not to leave until she had a dress, shoes, and every thing else she could need to look even more beautiful and dove like for Emmett. The boy who had met her by chance and changed her life. Best of all, he made no comment on the fact that she only seemed to be getting thinner, giving Rosalie no reason to make her secret die with him...

It was past two now, and she still didn't have a clue what she was wearing. Rosalie must have tried on at least fifty dresses, and been to every dress shop in the mall twice, yet there seemed to be nothing there for her. She saw many dresses she liked, and they all fell right off her. Did no one think that there would be such a perfect girl as Rosalie? So much so that a size did not exist for her? Rosalie usually went for large clothes - it made her look thinner and hid any amount of weight she lost - but the same could not be said for a dress, it had to be perfect.

Rosalie took a break from finding a dress, mad enough to yell at the people who worked in the stores, and found shoes instead. She didn't have to look nearly as hard or long, and had the perfect pair in less than an hour. Black high heels with white dots spotting it called out to her, and now all Rosalie had to do was find a black and white dress to match it. She really didn't like cutting it so close to the dance to find her dress, it was in less than two days, but Rosalie had put it off, shunning it from her mind. Finding clothes was always hard, and finding some thing in her right size was a down right chore to Rosalie. She hated it, and only did so when she really had too.

Rosalie ended up getting a size one black and white dress and figuring she would find a way to take in the sides when she got home. She really didn't want to mess it up and not be able to wear it, but she really didn't have a choice there, did she? She had given into the idea that there was not a dress in her size in this whole mall, and she was going to make the best of it she could. Even if it meant she had to learn to sew in two days, she was okay with it. In fact, it made her happy in a way. She had shimmied down to level where she couldn't even be sized in dresses any more, how could she not be happy? One battle won, only so many left to win, one more land to conquer was her own. She would win them all some day, make them hers once more.

The drive back home was filled with thoughts of how she was exactly going to fix the dress to fit her body. She had never sewn any thing before in her life, but she could look up how to do it on-line. Thank God for the computers of the world, saving people's asses at record rate. Hell, it thought Rosalie how to lose weight faster, how could you go wrong with that? Rosalie sure didn't know how you possibly could.

When she pulled into the driveway - thankful that she had made it to the mall and back without crashing the car and dying - Rosalie fished all three of her bags out of the backseat (she hated putting bags in the trunk, every thing tended to fall out and get every where, making life more annoying than it had to be for Rosalie... then again, the smallest things could set her off at times) and walked up to the front door. Just as she thought, her mother wasn't home. Most likely, she had decided to spend the night at boyfriend of the month's house and forgot to tell Rosalie. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, either.

She lightly tossed her car keys on the light wood table where the bloody toothbrush had once been, some thing that seemed to be haunting Rosalie's past now. Her mother had not said one word to her since the day she last saw it, but now, Rosalie was always jumpy, constantly watching her back, like there was some one out to get her. Was there? Was the person who found the toothbrush watching her? Rosalie had to mentally slap herself at that - she was becoming paranoid, not a cute habit.

The bags made an almost hallow sound as Rosalie set them on the ground, and she went to the largest one, unwrapping the dress from the sheets of tissue paper it had been hidden in. Protected from the world and any thing that could harm or stain it. Rosalie carried it to the computer and logged onto her account, lighting up an search right away. She quickly typed in 'how to take in a dress', and hit search. Rosalie found what she was looking for on the first link, scribbled down the steps on a piece of computer paper using a purple magic marker she found laying around.

It wasn't too hard, much easier than she had thought it would be. Within a few hours, she had the dress as nice as she was going to be able to get it, and she had managed not to prick her finger on it and bleed all over the fabric as well. Constantly slipping it on and off for measuring was annoying, but Rosalie was glad she just had some thing to wear at least now.

She carefully took the now fitting dress off her body after she modeled it one last time before hanging it up in her closet, secure in a plastic bag to keep it safe. Rosalie didn't want to spend hours more - no matter how easy the task - taking in another dress should this one get ruined. She wasn't even sure she would have time to do it now, the dance was the day after tomorrow.

It was now long dark out, the crisp and eerie sky menacing to Rosalie. She turned on every light in the house, so she didn't get the feeling she was being swallowed whole by it. Once every thing and any thing that could make a light was turned on, Rosalie nodded her own self approval. She hated the dark, it reminded her that she would always be the weaker person, the whimmpy fighter, all her life. What the darkness did not know, however, was that Rosalie was armed with lights, and was ready for an all out fight to the death.

Rosalie went to check her phone messages once she had compeleted her tasks, and saw only one new one. It was from Alice, and held only a very few, slightly chilling words.

Rosalie, I need your help.

What did that girl Do?

I feel slightly evil now, giving you a cliff hanger in a response to a cliff hanger O_o

And, I'm sure all of you will be glad to know that this story has almost my full attention now. Until this one is wrapped, I will only continue one or two other of my stories, and maybe have a one shot here or there.

Thank you for reading!