Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me nor will any of the main characters. If they did, I would make Ciel into a girl and marry Sebastian. However, they do not nor does Sebastian. However, sole property of the manga and its anime do belong to Yana Toboso. Ja Ne.

Another note, I am sorry for the long delay. Now sit down and enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 12: Call me "Anna"

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Summary: The mirror reveals its secrets to Ciel. Paris may not be the only villain present. Ciel is tempted to turn to diet pills for comfort.

Four weeks had passed since Ciel was forcibly dropped off at the clinic. It was another usual day; Clarice would roll in with a tray of food, she would force him to eat, leave, and then he would go off to visit his friends in the Rec Room. Of course, he made doubly sure not to allow any of the nurses or doctors find out his pill stash nor to eat the entire plate. He couldn't hide it under his sheets or his pillow. They are exactly the first place anyone would look (A/N: you have seen those movies where rehab patients will hide their stash where they believe the doctors will not look. But they do). The Phantomhive heir stuck to the one place no one would look, in a hole behind the toilet. It was pure genius if he dare say so. He had not used them yet. There was no real need to. Plus, it was not as if any of the doctors or nurses was force feeding him.

Still, he stuck to Rita's advice even if it was drastic. He was still somewhat haunted by the last time he had consumed said pills; intense stomach pains, spitting up black liquid, hell a near death heart attack should have been enough of a deterrent.

"Tch, those pills were long expired before that. Not only that, I just wasn't careful enough" he reasoned to himself. The precocious Earl crossed his arms defiantly and headed over to where his friends are. Or more importantly, the few he could actually stand. In the weeks he had been here, his aversion to people had dwindled a bit. (1) It was not so much his tragic past but it was how most people acted toward him because of his name. Consequentially, it was difficult for him to trust a lot of people. Once he reached his destination, he met eyes with Marcus and Fifi who all too happily gestured him over. However, he avoided eye contact with Rita. He did not know what to make of her.

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Paris paced back and forth. His two cohorts stayed rooted to their seats not liking the way this was going. Paris was a monster no one wished to anger. And as he continued to pace, his face grew angrier. Finally, he spoke…or should I say yelled.

"And then that bitch Clarice goes off and tells the warden not to let me within five feet of the brat! If it weren't for her meddling, I would have been making millions right now!" he screamed out and clenched his fist. Travis and Douglas shook their heads in agreement. Paris or Dennis as he was truly named continued ranting. He swore she was such a blood-hound what with her coincidentally being in the same vicinity as him. Thanks to her, he was unable to go anywhere near the Phantomhive brat or manipulate him. Travis finally summoned the courage to try to placate his harried boss.

"Y-You know if you want, me and Doug here could teach her a lesson, if you get my drift" he drawled suggestively. Travis smirked inwardly. Clarice wasn't all that unattractive to look at and her body was anything but average. He often found himself heavy between the sheets wondering what it'd be like to taste her. He felt himself going hard at the thought.

"Not that I don't appreciate the offer, Travis" Dennis began caustically "but I must pass off on that offer. (2) She may be a nurse but she is also granted protection by the old warden in and out of the hospital. Besides, you must not underestimate her, she might be a woman but she is by no means weak. Remember a few years ago, the last man who tried to force himself on to her?" he inquired to them. Travis and Douglas shivered involuntarily at the memory. "Let us just say, she was not the one who ended up with something sharp between her legs" he stated adding more to the claim.

"And that goes for you two. Perish the thought, I will do away with her when the time is right, but for now our focus must be on the plot at hand" he declared powerfully. As I said before, Ciel Phantomhive is unstable both mentally and physically. Now it is known that the hospital receives money for every patient that attends. More importantly, this clinic is reputed to house members of very wealthy families. The more time they spend here, the more the families will need to pay more to keep them here" he explained. All three men smirked once the implication of what was said set in.

"So if we continue to convince him that he is indeed obese, then he will remain here and we can keep raking in the vast fortune. It is just too perfect!"

Horrific cackling could be heard all through the clinic. To anyone outside, the hospital could be mistaken for being haunted by demons.

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"Ugh" was the reply of the blue-haired Earl as he watched the insanity around him. Fiona or "Fifi" was hopping up and down begging people to throw her something to play with, Marcus was arguing with Sonya about something trivial with the latter ordering him "shut it". He slumped further into his chair. How had an innocent rendezvous to meet his friends turn into the craziness before him? Oh, the irony. Who the heck looks for normalcy in a mental hospital? His one eye spotted Roger and Nixon (remember from chapter 10) playing a game of checkers. They were quirky albeit but they were good natured folks.

As a matter of fact, they all were if you didn't count the select few. The La Dominica's were alright to be around most days. Sonya, Susie, and Chelsea were okay but the others were as close to un-ladylike as you could go. In fact they were all shrewd and mischievous to boot. Still, Ciel couldn't help but wonder how they ended up in this place to begin with? And then, there was Samuel. He was leaning against the wall with a deceitfully bored expression upon his face. It was bone chilling to watch. From what he learned from Marcus, Samuel was an anger-management case. There were times he even attempted to kill some of the doctors during one of his many fits. Fortunately, the lad only had the displeasure of meeting him only once but it did not quell his fears. People like Samuel were cobras; silent and passive until they strike. Suddenly, Samuel's green eyes met Ciel's blue one. Samuel's expression became cross. Ciel did not need anyone to translate what it meant. It was a "this is your death" look. Ciel immediately whipped his head to the side. He knew Samuel wouldn't dare to go near him since Marcus was nearby. It was amazing how Marcus could calm down the red head with just a few words. One of those words included "solitary". Why…he did not know.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a high pitched yelp.

THWACK!

Ciel's back connected with hard flooring and felt weight on his chest. His vision cleared enough for him to make out the shape of a black-haired girl in white frock sitting on top of her. She smiled down at him. Between the dizziness and the sudden weight, he began to feel constricted. Thankfully though, it was not enough for him to have an asthma attack.

"Fifi, get off of Ciel!" a voice laughed. Marcus grabbed the back of Fiona's shirt and pulled her off of the assaulted boy. He held out his hand to help Ciel up. Ciel eagerly took it and stood up. His head suddenly dizzy and nearly fell again but was stopped by Marcus.

"Sorry about that mate, Fifi got a little too excited as usual. Hope she didn't do too much damage to ya?" he laughed. Ciel finally gathered his wits about him and stood up. He waved his hand. "Nah, I'm good. She didn't cause my asthma to act up, so no worries" he replied. Marcus stared at him as if to see if he was lying or not. Fiona hung her head and twiddled her fingers in an apologetic gesture. The Earl gave the girl a small smile and patted her head in reprieve. In response, "Fifi" bounced up and down joyfully.

"Weeeee! Ciel forgive Fifi for acting so wild. Makes me want to wiggle my tail….if I still had a tail but still me so happy I want to jump in joy!" Fiona sang and wiggled in the spot she was standing (A/N: Remember, that she has only begun to be rehabilitated into human society so her manner of speech is rather infantile).

Of course, Marcus had something to say in the matter. Ciel shook his head at the elder's expense. He shifted his head and caught eye/s with hazel eyes. Chelsea had her knees tucked against and appeared to be staring straight at Ciel or rather through her. His brow arched in confusion. Ciel had not given much thought to any of the women in the self-established all female gang. He had only heard some things about them. Well, more like he only needed to look at them to see what they were about. Sonya was an insomniac, Igraine was someone he would rather not run into again, Susie was mute, Andromeda was shrewd, Chelsea was mild-mannered, and Rita was an anorexic like him. It was strange that Chelsea was here when there was absolutely nothing wrong with her…or so it seemed. He ripped his gaze away from Chelsea. Having enough of the commotion around him, he decided on making his way to the gardens. He was halfway down the stairs leading to the gardens when all of sudden, a black flash whizzed past him. His steps skid to a halt.

Ciel whipped his head to the side. What in God's name was that, he thought aloud. He slowly looked behind him. It wasn't there. Curiosity overrode logic thus the Earl chose to investigate. He made his way back up the stairs and followed the pull down the many hallways. He slowly examined the details of the places he walked. A sudden realization caused him halt. This familiar stretch of room happened to be the same hallway where the La Dominica's rooms were. Four doors from there was the self-dubbed "Mirror Room". Ciel had not thought to go there for at least a week and a half. (3) He couldn't go to any of their rooms since they were all at the Recreation Room with everyone else and thus it is forbidden to be inside your room without doctor's consent. He strolled over to the large metal door and pushed it open.

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Chelsea was sitting down with her posse doing whatever. It was sort of boring just doing nothing in this place but what could she do? She was no mindless broad, mind you, but still whatever Sonya said was law. Right now, Sonya had her head down on the table in sleep. The rest of her group was doing who-knows-what. Chelsea brought her legs up to her chest as much as she could. She knew that everyone had their own problems and that it was for them to end it. Still, she just could not hold off that she should try to put in her own two cents (ideas or thoughts). All too often, she got yelled at or was harshly rebuffed because of it. Combined with that mindset and her unique condition (*), is what drew her to the girls in the first place. She recalled how it was before she arrived here. Her enhanced senses enabled her ability to catch on to things people failed to take notice of. As a result, she was subjected to countless torment and ridicule by her peers. To make matters worse, she was finally dubbed as "insane" or any name akin to it. At one of the former hospitals which she resided at, she was diagnosed with "schizophrenia". Chelsea continued reflecting on the past, she was alerted to the absent presence in the room. Chelsea knew the moment she laid eyes on Ciel, there was something about his aura. The lad was strange if she dare say so. He would always sport a black eye-patch over one of his blue eyes. He was very, very, very thin. Hell, even more so than Rita.

No matter how she tried, she could never convince Rita to curb her dangerous behavior. The two got into several fights because of it. Chelsea tried to reach an intervention with the other girls but they all told her to back off and allow things to run their course. Chelsea was despondent after that. How could she just Rita to continue to destroy herself? It was only a matter of time, before she would finally drop dead. Looking back to Ciel, he was currently sitting on of the many chairs and tables. It was rather funny when she saw the little girl "Fifi" jump on the inattentive lad and see him crash on the floor. Luckily, he had not hit his head too hard. That would be bad if he did. Luckily, he was able to stand up without any signs of apparent brain damage. He then headed off from the room. She smiled upon seeing the boy was unharmed from the activity. Ciel wondered away from the hyper-active child only to meet her eyes unexpectedly. For a short while, neither broke eye contact with one another. She could tell Ciel was thinking along the same lines as her; she was looking into his soul. Just before she could figure the younger out, he immediately broke gazes with her and quickly left the room. It was amazing no one dared to stop him. Still, it got her to thinking. Her mode of thought was interrupted when a sudden jolt hit her being.

Chelsea's eyes widened and gasped quietly. She was not in the mood to be inquired by her friends or any of the doctors. She rubbed her hands together. Then, she whispered into Andromeda's ear. "Say um Andromeda, I forgot something in my room so I will be back later" she told the red head not giving her a chance to speak. She left the room and trotted after Ciel. (4) She knew all too well what the jolt meant. It was a definite sign that there was something other worldly and unnatural lurking within the place. And whatever it was, it had less than noble intentions. (A/N: Rest assured dear readers, it is not Sebastian I am referring to). Chelsea slowly followed tip-toed down the hall. Ciel had long left this part of the building. She sped up her footing and turned a corner just as Ciel was stepping down the first couple steps down the insanely long staircase.

"Phew, he is only going down to the gardens" she whispered to herself. All too quickly after she had said that, the jolt came back again. Without warning, a black shape hit her full force knocking her back several feet. She held her head in pain on the floor. She adjusted her vision and made a small squeak. Ciel was coming back up the stairs and she needed to hurry out of sight, lest she be accused of spying! Thinking fast she made a bee line over to one of the empty rooms before clicking it shut. Chelsea put her hand over her heart while calming her erratic breathing. That was too damn close. Had she only been a second late, she would have been caught and would have to answer a very angry boy's questions. Once her breathing was returned its normal patterns, she slowly opened the lever. She tip-toed outside and was dismayed to find he was no longer in sight. The brunette female however had no intention of just letting that pass. Nor was she willing to allow the lad to get involved with anything dangerous or life-threatening. With that resolve in mind, she drove into her senses and willed them to lead her to Ciel.

She sauntered back to the spot where she was attacked. Just then, it led her down a hallway with various doors. The force pulled to a door with a metal knob. She knew that room all too well. It was what many of the inhabitants at the clinic referred to as "The Mirror Room". At one point it had been just a spare bedroom but overtime it became a storage room for broken or cracked mirrors. Most of the doctors believed they were one of the sole causes for "triggers" in patient's. She was about to turn the knob and enter before a low growl passed her lips. If it wasn't the dick of all spades, himself; Dr. Paris Archibald (A/N: just a funny nickname I made up for him). Luckily, the man had not noticed her as he was focused on a clipboard in his hand. If there was one guy, she couldn't stand, it was him. That guy was the devil incarnate. Like, the rest of her group she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. she forced herself to retreat back to her friends. She made a silent vow to investigate later.

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Ciel quietly shut the door behind him. He removed his eye-patch so to get a better perception of the area. And since there was no one around, he need not worry about frightening anyone about his cursed eye. The last time he entered this room was over two weeks ago. That had been right after Rita had given him "little helpers" unquote. He spotted a familiar object. It was the only mirror in the room that was in perfect shape. No cracks, no chips, and no broken shards surrounding it. He stepped forward until he was about 3 inches from it. There, he observed himself. He was not dirty thanks to the insistence of Clarice and the good old doctor (note the sarcasm). It did not satisfy him, though. (5) He ran his hands over his physique and began to scrutinize his body. First, he lifted up his shirt to reveal his slightly sucked in stomach and the slight indents of ribs. They were not so pronounced any more due to all the forced eating sessions he endured. His face was still gaunt and had dark circles beneath his eyes from malnourishment. His legs no longer looked like twigs. Any person or doctor would say he was steadily looking better than previous. And yet, the blue-eyed adolescent begged to differ.

In his eyes, was an uglier, warped, overweight version of the person he was. His face held ounces of fat upon its features, with a second chin. His stomach poured out over his pant waist. His arms and legs were these huge stumps. Needless to say, he was positively repulsive. And fat. Without warning, tears began to run down from both his eyes like streams upon his cheek. He fell down to his knees and let the tears continue to run. No sound came from his lips. How could he have allowed himself to become "fat" again? Once, he was finished letting out the tears, he wiped them away. He stood up straight from his position on the floor. He unfurled his fingers and very slowly turned back to the mirror in question. His eyes burned into his reflection daring it to change. A toothy grin crossed his lips.

"Looking glass upon the wall, who in this whole room is the most wretched and pathetic looking of them all" he retorted to the inanimate object. Suddenly….

"Well, not to put any reflection on you but I would say it is not me that's for sure" a voice answered. Ciel yelped stumbling backward. He patted the spot over his heart. What was that? Surely, he was the only one is this room correct? Then where did the voice come from? All of a sudden, the reflective surface of the mirror became a swirl of blue, black and smoky pigments that danced about like storm clouds. The swill dissipated to reveal glowing white cat-like eyes. A quiet gasp passed the young earl's lips. The eyes faded and its place was the figure of a…girl?

Ciel rubbed his eyes. He was practically looking at a female version of himself, though very different. The girl appeared to be near the same age as him, had pale, fair, and unblemished skin, her hair was down to her mid back in waves, same dark eyes as him and was dressed in a plain gray sleeveless dress that ended where her knees are. But what truly caught Ciel's attention and ire was that the female possessed a super thin figure. The girl closed her eyes and waved at him.

"Why hello there and what do I owe the pleasure" she replied. The blue-eyed teen stood open-mouthed not sure what to make of this…whatever. Before he knew, words spilled out of his mouth.

"I-I-if you don't mind me asking…what matter of person would you be?" he asked taking another step back. The girl winked flirtingly at him before putting a strand of hair behind her ear. This unnerved Ciel greatly.

"Well my dear, I can assure you that I am no "mirror spirit", she stated in a "duh" voice. "Although, I can only say that I am not exactly human either", she replied. Ciel narrowed his eyes, not in anger but confusion. Clearly, he was not going to get any answers from this girl by asking general questions.

"Not to be rude or caustic, but us British like the idea of punctuality and propriety. In general terms, it is quite rude to address someone without giving an exact name first" he stated in his normally direct voice he often used when interrogating suspects. The girl crossed her arms and smirked at him. "Very well, since you are that eager to find out…you can call me "Anna". No last name as you can guess…Ciel Phantomhive", she dawled letting the name roll over her tongue. The young aristocrat's eyes bulged out of their sockets. Oh no, how did she find out? Does anyone else know? "H-h-how did you….?"

"Anna" wrapped her thin arms around her tiny frame and shook with raucous laughter. She continued this for several seconds before calming down. She sighed wiping a stray tear from her eyes. Sigh. "No need to fret, dear one. I know just about everyone and everything in this place. I knew all about you the moment you stepped into this place over a week ago. All I had to do was absorb some your essence and long story short, the pieces just came together". The sapphire-haired boy breathed in silent reprieve. Yet, it would seem Anna had more to say. "You can also be comforted in the fact that none of your friends know your last name, or else it would be a major headache on your part, if I guess correctly?" she inquired. A hesitant nod was the only reply. If any one of his new fri..er…acquaintances were to discover who he really was, he didn't know what he would do or how he would explain himself. Yet, Ciel was not interested in discussing names. He glanced at Anna and her utterly perfect form; no fat, and no excess skin. It made him brim up with envy. He had to find out her secret and use it to his advantage.

"Anna…I am just impressed with how thin you are. What is your secret?" he asked the girl. Anna examined her nails with an expression of mock boredom. She then placed her head on her hand, not looking at him answered. "I trust this has something to do with what you saw earlier, am I correct?" she replied. A nod was all she received. Anna skid herself to face Ciel and gave him the answer to his question. A smirk graced her lips.

"Well as you already know, this mirror you stand before is a looking glass that shows you how you truly are and not how you or others see you. You still listening?

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"As you have already figured, the main goal of the physicians in this place is to cure you of whatever problem people claim you to have. (6) HA! Those are just lies to hide the fact they are obviously jealous of you" she purred to him. "I have been around the block and I know all the tricks they use to make people like you go back to having a healthy weight; stuff you with tons of food, stuff the food with calorie inducers, and make you talk about the reasons for you doing this in the first place". Ciel gulped involuntarily. Anna hit the nail on the head. The girl in the mirror had looked into his being and knew all of his faults, insecurities, and even his resolve. Anna then put her hands behind her head and leaned back against an invisible wall.

"I believe there is a way for you to continue losing weight yet still somehow convince your peers back home that you are recovering" she stated using air quotes. She then opened one of hers and gestured her finger to him. Ciel confused if not apprehensive did so until he was eye length with her (excluding the mirror).

"(7) Okay, what I say to you is very imperative and must not be said to anyone else…only you. You still have those orange pills that Rita girl gave you?" she inquired directly. A nod. "While they do help, they will only help so much. Each morning before the nurse rolls in each of your meals, take two to three of those little puppies and crush them until they look like powder. Save that powder onto a small piece of paper or jar. Then, when the nurses go to serve you your food, sprinkle that stuff onto your food or mix into the liquid of your choice. Then, between those bites, take a drink then. The enzymes in the pills will combat the effects of the fattening agents. You may feel a tad squeamish but that is normal. If you are lucky, you may throw up afterwards. However, that is rare. And since the doctors and nurses are vigilant like hawks, they will catch on quickly. That proves to be a big downfall; they do it in the open where people can see. This brings us on to step two. Eventually, they will be checking progress on your weight gain. If they see you are not at a certain weight requirement or are either below or above the marginal weight, they will get suspicious and make you have an escort with you at all times, and god knows you would like your freedom. Here is what I suggest" she then reached behind her and pulled out a novel-sized brown satchel and sifted the object through the transparent material and dropped the bag into his awaiting hands. Ciel glanced at the satchel in his hand in blatant confusion. He was about to ask how it was supposed to help him when he heard a sound like grinding rocks. He looked down at it again, and opened up the flap. His eyes widened.

"Confused are we? I am quite surprised you don't recognize the sound of money as you have been surrounded by it all your life" she said in a near condescending manner. Ciel glared at her impertinence. He pulled out a handful of the coins. He stared at the shiny articles in abject fondness. "I can tell what you are thinking but those unfortunately (for you) those aren't to be used for material purposes. You put them in your slippers or pockets so it adds to the illusion that you have gained pounds". Ciel pouted at the disappointing aspect of not using the money like he wanted but found delight. His smile fell when he remembered an important detail.

"But Anna, don't they often do pat-downs or check for things such as these? And the minute they find it, it will yet another couple of months I will be forced to spend here" he ranted nervously. Anna crossed her arms and shook her head giving a light snicker. "Oh but this is no ordinary satchel…this particular satchel is enchanted. First place it around your waist using the adjustable belt and buckle" she directed to him. Once Ciel had done so, he stood there awaiting the next set of directions. "Now that it is well adjusted you grip on to the bag and whisper the phrase that will make it invisible; "Recedo". Ciel breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.

"Recedo (dissapear/vanish)", he whispered. He slowly opened his eyes. Anna disappeared briefly back into its original screen. He gasped at seeing the now missing satchel around his waist. Not turning away from the mirror, he brought his left hand down to see if it truly had disappeared. He knew it was there even though he couldn't see it. The image of Anna returned. "Now Ciel when you want make the bag visible, say Revert out os (Return to sight) and the bag will go back to being visible". Ciel shifted his eyes back and forth but did as he was told. Within seconds, the brown sack appeared once again. Ciel undid the belt around his waist and made it back into a long strap. Ciel placed the satchel strap around his neck and chest like a sort of man-bag (A/N: LOL). He bowed before Anna in a respectful way.

"Thank you, Anna. Thank you for everything. I will not forget this nor will I let you down. Oh look outside, is it that dark out already. Must have been in here longer than I realized. I gotta go before the doctors come looking for me and scold me for surrounding myself with broken glass" he replied frantically. Somehow, he managed to slam the door shut without something shattering.

Anna waved him goodbye and crossed her arms. Her face then morphed into a demonic sneer.

"Oh yes, go on. Go on then about your merry ways. While you still can. Then, I will have you where I want you" she said in a rather ominous demeanor. With evil laughter, the mirror became blank once again.

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As expected, Clarice rolled in the dinner tray prepared by her. Of course, there was a bit of reluctance from the youngster. This time however, Ciel had a plan. With careful precision, he sprinkled the bit of pills onto his dinner and some into his drink which happened to be condensed milk. He slowly bit into his meal while taking drinks in-between until it was almost gone, save for the bit of food left. No matter, she thought to herself, he still had time. She stayed with him a few minutes just to see he wasn't trying to purge out. Ciel began to complain he was quite tired and asked her to leave the room so he could sleep. Clarice looked unsure but nodded. She was then ushered out of the room with her tray and cart in tow. Once the nurse left the room, he gripped his pained stomach and groaned. He resisted the urge to throw up since he was just not in the mood.

"Well, hah "Anna did say there would be side-effects". A few seconds later, the pain vanished leaving a panting Ciel. But alas he smiled, for he knew that the pills were actually working and in time he would see some improvement. Within seconds, he fell asleep in a dreamless sleep.

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Next Chapter: We will be taking a break from Ciel to fill you in on the current activities of our favorite butler and the servants at the Phantomhive Mansion. Also, will be our beloved Prince Soma and Agni and how it fits in with our protagonist.

Finally, the chapter is done. I apologize for the long delay. College really took a huge bite out of my time, so I couldn't find the time to write anything but hopefully, this will satisfy you greatly. So Ciel has decided to take his weight-loss to the next level, and not in the good way. I am not feeling so sure about this Anna person. I know a handful of you are curious on what be going on with our favorite dark butler and the other people back home. How are they faring? Once again, I apologize for the long delay.

Footnotes:

(1) We all remember the episode where it tells about him being forced into slavery after the death of his parents. It is left to the imagination what went on during that time. A typical fact is people will only want to be around you for the fact you have money or just want to reap in the benefits of being associated with your family name.

(2) Dennis acknowledges that he can only go as far as his status will allow him. He also knows in spite of Clarice being a woman, she can hold her own and cannot be touched since the warden, Nathaniel has her under protection from any such threats.

(3) I am not 100% true or not, but some cases require that patients seek permission before heading back to their rooms or be escorted wherever they go. If I am wrong, please tell me.

(4) A little hint to what Chelsea's condition is. For a psychic or clairvoyant, they are more sensitive to the supernatural world and are constantly on the lookout for weird sensations that pass through their being. In Chelsea's case, the jolt can be construed as a sign of a negative presence or spirit.

(5) The discerning difference between what a normal healthy person sees and what an anorexic see.

(6) People with eating disorders will often fool themselves or convince themselves into thinking that people calling them out on their issue are "jealous" or are trying to make them "fat" again.

(7) A handful of the tricks, patients with eating disorders (Bulimia/Anorexia Nervosa, binge eating, ect.) will use to appear that they are "recovering". These are often done by closet anorexics and open anorexics and bulimics.