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MICHELLE'S POV

"Cliff diving today!" sang Kim, shaking me awake.

"Joy," I mumbled in my pillow.

Last night I slept over Kim's house and we stayed up until 1 a.m. and I am tired. I usually go to sleep around nine and wake up at 7 or 8 because I prefer to sleep, but not to sleep in. Last night, Kim badgered me all night to eat something, but I didn't. I had already binged twice this week. I didn't need to do it again.

"Five more minutes," I moaned.

"Michelle, we have to be there in five minutes! It's 11:55! How late do you usually sleep?"

"11:55!" I yelled, sitting up, "Why am I so tired all the time?"

"I don't know. Do you want some breakfast?"

"No, I'm fine," I muttered, ignoring the stabbing pains of hunger in my stomach.

She eyed me for a moment, but gave up and made herself some eggs. I stood up before I could smell the food from the kitchen. We had slept in the living room last night so we could watch movies. I grabbed my bag and ran in the bathroom to change. I pulled on a bathing suit and had to tie it really tight because otherwise, it would have slipped right off me. Every one of my ribs were showing now. I pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt because I was freezing, as usual. I skipped out of the bathroom and met Kim by the door.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled.

The room started spinning slightly and I had to grab onto the couch for support.

"Michelle, are you alright!"

I waited until everything stopped spinning and making me dizzy to answer, "Yeah, happens all the time."

It did, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yeah, come on!" I said, more cheerfully than I felt.

We walked to the cliffs, which were higher than I expected.

"Most of the girls don't jump. We just like to watch and look good in our bathing suits," she said, winking.

"Yeah, I think I'll do that," I said.

Kim giggled and grabbed my hand. She raced up to everyone with me behind. I felt really weak today and I could barely feel my arms. How strange. I looked around for Paul, but he was nowhere in sight. I sighed sadly, and followed Kim to a bench where all the girls were sitting. Except Leah, who ran and dived off the cliff. I gasped. I would never be able to do that.

Kim took off her top to reveal her pink and white checkered bikini top. I decided to do the same, even though I knew I would be freezing. I took of my sweatshirt and felt colder than I ever had before. I took a step back. When the sweatshirt was over my head, everything started spinning like last time, only worse. I couldn't see anything and the pain in my stomach got worse. My vision was going in and out of focus on random things and I could only hear little bits of what people were saying. I knew people were calling my name, but I couldn't move my mouth. I took fell to my knees and everyone was surrounding me. Kim got down to eye level with me.

"Michelle, Michelle I need you to tell me the last time you ate and kept your food down," she begged.

"Uh, Tuesday," I mumbled, but what did that have to do with anything?

"Oh Jeez, Michelle!"

I couldn't hear her anymore, I couldn't see. I was weak and my arms tingled. I heard one more person call my name and then I passed out.

PAUL'S POV

I was really pissed off this morning. The smallest things got me angry and I couldn't get the frown off my face. I sat down at Emily's kitchen table along with the rest of the guys for breakfast and nearly punched Seth in the face for eating the last piece of bacon.

"Jeez Paul, everyone thought that you imprinting would make you a nicer guy, but really it just made you worse when you're not around her," said Jacob, shaking his head.

"Why don't you shut the F up Jake?" I yelled.

Everyone stared at me and I stood up, prepared to rip his head off. But my phone rang. I sighed and ran outside. I passed Jared on my way out.

"Paul, we need to talk," he muttered, grabbing my arm.

"Just let me answer this!" I growled.

"Hello?" I said.

"Is this Paul?" a voice asked.

"Yeah it's Paul. Who the hell is this?"

"My name is Edward Cullen," I almost crushed my phone in my hands.

"Why the hell would a freaking leech like you be calling me?"

"Paul, I'm going to try to keep my temper and I would like you to try and keep yours," the leech said calmly.

"Just tell me why you're freaking calling me," I growled.

"I am calling you regarding Michelle I believe she's your imp-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" I screamed.

"Nothing, but I am worried about her. Please calm down so that I can explain," he pleaded.

"You have thirty seconds before I find you and rip your blood sucking head off!"

He sighed, "I saw Michelle at Charlie Swans house the other day and she tried to turn down the pizza he offered her, but her dad made her take it. She ate half and then she went upstairs and… Paul I think she made herself throw it up. I haven't seen her since and I tried confronting her about it, but she made her dad take her home."

I didn't know what to say, "You're lying to me fang," I growled.

"I'm not. Tell me, when was the last time you saw Michelle eat?"

There was popcorn the other night when we watched the movie. But she turned it down. Oh God. I closed the phone and threw it against a tree. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I ran into the forest and at least had enough time to peal of my jeans before I phased. I howled. Was the blood sucker telling me the truth? Wasn't Michelle smarter than that? I felt Jared phase next to me.

Dude! We need to talk! It's about Michelle!

What about her? I growled.

Kim told me that… well here. I'll show you the conversation

Kim was sobbing into Jared, "I walked into her house and she was in the bathroom with her fingers down her throat. She never eats, but she sometimes binges and then makes herself vomit.

"How do you know this?" Jared asked.

"Because she told me. But she made me promise not to tell! But I can't keep it a secret. I'm afraid she'll get sick or worse!" sobbed Kim.

"Don't worry. It'll be alright. I'll talk to Paul and he'll…" he didn't know what else to say.

I didn't know what to say. Could I talk her into eating again? Was there something I could say to convince her that she was perfect just the way she was. Well maybe not if she was that skinny. I needed to talk to her. I felt like I had failed my duty to protect my imprint.

I phased back and ran through the woods, hoping to find Michelle at the cliffs where everyone else was. When I got there, I felt her presence, but I didn't see her. Everyone was surrounding something… or someone. Shit.

"Michelle," I heard Kim say as I got closer, "Michelle I need you to tell me the last time you ate and kept your food down."

"Tuesday," mumbled Michelle.

Shit it was Friday. I ran faster and I felt myself get weaker, maybe because that's how Michelle was feeling.

"Michelle!" I yelled.

What I saw made me sick. She was swaying where she sat and I caught her before she could pass out. I looked at her in her bikini. I could see every one of her ribs. She was too skinny, her shoulder and collar bones protruded. How could I have not noticed this before? It made sense. The scale in her room, the mirror with the picture of her as a kid. Not eating. I felt terrible. How could I have not seen this coming? I picked her up. She was lighter than anyone else I had ever picked up. Jeez, how much did she way? Ten pounds

"Paul, we need to get her to a hospital," said Sam.

"No! I am not taking her anywhere near that bloodsucker Cullen!"

"What do you plan to do with her?"

"Take her to my house and force her to eat," I growled.

"Paul," said Jared, stepping in, "Maybe that's not such a good idea."

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed and ran off to my house.