Two more weeks had passed. As more days pressed on the princess slowly felt herself giving up. She knew that if she kept fighting against them nothing would change. So eventually she gave in. When they gave her food she would eat it. When it was time to bathe, she would let them do it. She knew deep in her heart the only way to see her family and go home again was to finally let them help her. It was finally time to accept help.

The princess stirred as she heard the door swing open. When her eyes fluttered open they first landed on a nurse. She watched silently as the girl went over to her monitors and then twisted them out.

"Hey there princess. Today's a big day,"

"It's always one," she moaned, rolling over.

She felt herself falling asleep until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Jasmine moaned and swatted it away.

"Princess come on let's get up,"

"I don't want to eat,"

"Your not eating,"

"Or shower,"

"Princess it's important please you'll like it,"

"Just leave me alone… I'm too tired to-"

"To go home?"

"Yes…" Jasmine mumbled, it wasn't until a few seconds later she finally noticed just what the nurse said.

"Home?" she asked to get up.

"Yes,"

Jasmine didn't know what to say or feel. She was definitely excited to go home. To sleep in her own bed. And to see her family once again. But at the same time an unexplained amount of fear took over as well. The princess was still attempting to figure out just what her place was in the palace. Sure she was a princess, future queen. But if she couldn't even get out of bed without crying then what good was she now? Even though she did all that work months prior, was it really worth it?

"Princess are you ok?" the nurse asked. Jasmine hadn't noticed just how much she went silent.

Jasmine snapped out of her trance. She looked at the nurse for a while. The two made eye contact.

"Yeah why?"

"You seemed nervous,"

"Oh it's nothing,"

"Princess come one, what's wrong?"

"I guess I'm just scared to go back home,"

"How come?"

"No reason," she whispered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I'm ready to go home."

While the nurse wanted to ask her more she knew that the princess was short tempered and even bipolar in ways. She knew that she could snap any moment.

"I know it's going to hurt but…"

The princess let out a moan, knowing what the nurse was referencing.

"I promise the sooner we get the done the better,"

The princess didn't move.

"Ok how about we start with the IV and the urine collector. Then we can do the tube,"

Jasmine didn't respond for a while. Then a small, ok, excited her mouth. The nurse helped Jasmine get comfortable and then split her legs apart.

"Ok you're going to feel a bit of pressure,"

The princess let a few tears fall as an overwhelming feeling of pressure and a slight bit of pain occurred. But as soon as it started it ended. She took deep breaths in and out. Then her arm was pulled away and a slight sting was felt. Then it was gone.

"Ok those two things are done. One more,"

"Ok,"

The nurse could hear fear in her voice. She saw her shivering and gasping for air.

"It's only going to hurt a bit,"

As the nurse began to shift closer to Jasmine she could sense the princess tense up. Her breathing became more rapid and she could see her visibly shaking.

"It's going to be ok. It's only going to hurt for a bit-"

Jasmine let out a cry as the nurse approached. She crawled backwards until she hit the head of the bed with her back. The princess closed her eyes and awaited the shearing pain that was about to ensue. Then it came. A wave of pain crashed down upon her. She gasped and cried as a firing pain crawled up and out of her esophagus. Her throat burned every time she screamed due to it being dry from her refusing to drink. Every time she tried to push the arm away she would easily get over powered. Eventually she ran out of tears and screams to continue.

"Your done,"

Jasmine grasped her face and curled up in a ball. It was thankfully out but she was still left in shock from the pain.

"Whenever you are ready just ring this bell. I'll set your clothes down here,"

Jasmine let out a soft moan. Once she heard the door close she finally felt safe to open her eyes and examine herself. The princess looked at her arm and noticed a new band aid in the spot where her IV was in. She quickly pulled back the sheets and noticed no tube inserted in her lower area and thankfully none inserted into her nose. She took a look around the room, thankful she wouldn't have to be in it for much longer.

The princess looked down at the bag of clothes provided for her. Jasmine slowly and carefully got up from the bed and pulled the curtain back to hide her privacy. She opened and examined the clothes. Inside she saw an over sized long sleeved blue nightgown. Jasmine looked around one more time before pulling her white gown down and stepping out of it. Now naked she examined her body in a nearby mirror. She was definitely on the skinnier side. For she could still see her hip bones and ribs. But she could definitely see less than she could prior to her coming. Jasmine searched her head for an image of herself. From what she could remember it seemed like she had gained around another 8 pounds. She stared at herself for the longest time. Gracing along her ribs and hip. Her thin fingers moved her cheeks and down across her stomach.

Jasmine grabbed her nightgown nearby and began to pull it up her body. Instead of cotton it was made from silk which made it easy for it to pass as an everyday public outfit. The nightgown was one where you would cinch up the wrists and stomach with ribbon and tie them to fit. Once the princess had laid her dress over her shoulder the way she wanted to she began cinching up the gown. As she did, a thought kept swirling around in her head. The thought of gaining weight. The thought of it being a bad thing. She couldn't explain it. She was scared… of gaining weight? The one that would improve her health the most, she was scared of doing so? Maybe it wasn't even the fact of gaining weight. Maybe it was about her losing something. Something she had worked so hard for.

The past month the princess had worked tirelessly to keep her food intake and weight low. Add if she ate, then all she did was for nothing. She would gain weight and would be back where she started. All this help would completely destroy what she had worked so hard to do.

Jasmine pondered for a while before slapping herself in frustration. Of course this was for the best. She would gain weight and be happy, not in pain. All of it was worth it. All of it. The princess cringed as the idea of what was next to come in her journey to recover entered her mind. From needles to therapists no good options came. The least she would walk away with was the wisdom of what burnout and stress could do to you. And how much mental disorders could affect everything and everyone around you.

Getting back on task the princess shuffled through the bag and found a pair of slippers like her golden ones. They were stiff from not being worn but it was better than going barefoot. Jasmine inspected herself in the mirror. Unfortunately there was no ribbon to tie around her neck. It was only a nightgown, used only to sleep in, but it was an upgrade to her other white one. To the naked eye it may seem like just another nightgown. But to her it meant something different. When she looked in the mirror she saw a princess. She saw the one person she needed most, herself. It also helped the nightgown as blue and she wore blue a lot.

Jasmine put on the shoes and began to brush out her long frail hair. Eventually her hair would poof out like it once did. At least that's what she told herself. Jasmine searched the bag and found a package of hair ties. After opening it she began to tie up her hair in a bubble braid she always did. Her hands moved in such a fashion that it was done in less than a minute. It was just muscle memory at this point.

She was finished. But before ringing the bell she had just one last thing to grab before she left. Jasmine searched and found the white nightgown on the floor. She didn't know why, but she knew that she wanted to keep it. As a reminder or tinker. Just something to remember. The princess picked it and folded it into a square. Then she rang the bell. Jasmine heard footsteps coming to her door and when they stopped she looked up. There was the nurse. Jasmine slowly walked her way toward the door, with the gown in hand. The nurse didn't question it one bit knowing that it would have to be thrown out anyway for sanitary reasons.

"Am I going straight home?"

"Not exactly,"

"What do you mean?" Jasmine asked as they walked out of her room and down the hallway.

"Well we'll be in a meeting for a while. It would be best if you would attend?"

"A meeting about what?"

"About the next step for your recovery. It's obvious you have some sort of mental illness that has gone unchecked. So we want to talk about further therapy and diets for you," the nurse explained.

The princess looked away from the nurse and toward the end of the hall. The two took a left and began to descend down the flights of stairs to the first floor. At times she would almost lose her balance and imagined her body careening down the stairs. Though thankfully the nurse was able to catch her just in time. Jasmine took the time to look out of the windows and examine everything around her. Sounds of screams and cries echoed out of the rooms. Only for them to bounce off the walls which created an endless loop of madness. Finally the two made it into a room. It was a simple small room. It had a desk, anatomy posters, and chairs. But what stuck out to her the most was a person who sat in one of the chairs.

"Aladdin!" she screamed. Jasmine ran with all her strength over to him and jumped into his arms. Almost falling in the process.

"Nice to see you, Jasmine," Aladdin said.

The two embraced for a while until Aladdin pulled her off of him. That's when Jasmine realized her father. She gasped and then let some tears fall. The Sultan waved high and the two entered a warm embrace. Once they were done Aladdin pointed towards a seat and motioned for her to sit.

"Why are you two here? Weren't you going to meet me at home?" Jasmine asked.

"The doctor suggested that we be here too," Aladdin told her, pointing at him.

"So Jasmine, where to start? Well it seems like you've gotten better over the past week. You haven't thrown up as much, you've gained around 8 more pounds, and it seems like your mental health is getting better. Am I right?"

"I guess," Jasmine replied.

"That's great. So with that I am making the decision to discharge you from the hospital on a few conditions,"

"What conditions?" her father asked.

"You will need to follow up with therapy and you will need to stick with a diet,"

The princess looked up from the floor and to the doctor. She was speechless.

"What?" the princess gasped.

"You need to be put on a diet and start therapy," Aladdin explained.

"I get the diet part but therapy?"

"Jasmine listen to me," Aladdin lifted up her head and made her look directly into her eyes, "you are ill Jas. Mentally ill,"

Jasmine began to let tears fall. She tried to move away but Aladdin wouldn't let her. She knew deep in her heart that she was ill. But actually saying it aloud to her family and possibly to her citizens was just too much.

"I'm not… ill-"

"Yes you are!" Aladdin told her, raising his voice.

Jasmine stopped fighting and just looked away, "Ok ok fine. I am ill. But I don't need therapy I swear. All I need is to be home for a while and get back into my regular routine. Then it will all be forgotten," she tried to explain.

"I understand your reasoning princess," the doctor sighed and then pulled out a sheet of paper, "but I have done some research around the kingdom and this therapy business is really great. It's more focused toward girls your age and eating disorders-"

"I'm not ill!" she screamed. The princess flung the paper off the table and got up. Aladdin had to pull her back as she continued to fight and scream. "I don't need therapy. And I don't need a new diet! I need to be treated like an actually human being and not like a- a-"

"Jasmine please this is for your best interest-"

"NO! You guys are treating me like a thing just being tossed around everywhere. You keep starting me and stopping me on things that aren't even working! And even worse you have done nothing to stop me! You have never once come to see me and you never do anything!" Jasmine began to ramble on and on. She began to stutter and stammer over her words and more anger ensued. Aladdin held her back as she tried to run away.

"NO!" she screamed.

"STOP! PLEASE! Jasmine this isn't you. It was a suggestion-" Aladdin screamed

"No! You guys aren't listening to me! You never do! I know my body and I know what I need to get better,"

"Jasmine stop this-" her father tried to say.

"No! I don't want this! Not like this!"

"Then what do you want?" the doctor asked, speaking up.

Jasmine stopped screaming and gave herself some time to cool off.

"I just want to go home," she replied.

"We will Jasmine. But after this meeting," Aladdin explained.

"I don't even want to be here," she mumbled.

"So what about this diet?" her father asked, remember the second part of what the doctor said.

The doctor took out a box and began to speak, "Well it's clear that she can't eat the regular portions as she once could. So instead we'll start with little snacks throughout the day. It will be more frequent though but it will help your stomach to not hurt as much. It's up to all of you to help her get better,"

"Why them? Isn't it me who's ill," Jasmine asked.

"Yes but it will be up to them to encourage you to try new foods and help along with this process. Princess I'm sorry but you can't do it alone,"

Jasmine opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She knew he was right.

"So your family will be in charge of tracking down your food on a chart. And will be in charge of preparing these nutritious drinks," he explained as he pulled out a small packet.

Jasmine moaned in frustration and turned her head away.

"Princess, I know it's hard. But if you all keep up with this diet and therapy it won't be long until you notice your health getting better,"

For the next hour or so the princess, her family, and the doctor discussed. The doctor discussed potential therapy sessions, diets, and the next step in her recovery with her family. Jasmine had fallen asleep in Aladdin's arms shortly after they finished talking about the diet. Too tired and exhausted from screaming to stay awake.

Finally after the doctor finished answering the last of the Sultan's many questions the three were free to go. While her father pressed on with more questions Aladdin began the task of getting out of his seat without disturbing Jasmine. But it was too late, the princess stirred and tightened her grip around Aladdin. Not wanting him to leave.

"Jas I'm not leaving. Just getting up. I suggest you do to sleepy head,"

Jasmine moaned and sighed. She began to whimper as she rubbed her head. Aladdin felt her forehead and was taken aback how hot it was.

"You're burning up babe,"

"It's just a little cold," she shivered. Aladdin helped coax her down and the three men helped her stand. Once they were sure she wouldn't collapse on the floor Aladdin made his way across the room to gather her equipment. He questioned the nightgown in her chair but didn't ask. Quickly he put it in the bag and closed it.

"You two go ahead. I'll be right out,"

Jasmine looked back, her eyes full of exhaustion. She wanted to be carried, like a child. She felt too weak to walk but continued to do so in order to not embarrass herself. Jasmine knew if she were to be carried she would be made a fool of. Possibly people could use that weakness against her. But she felt incredibly weak. Unable to stand for much longer she was now leaning up against her short father for support.

Just before she was about to collapse onto the floor she felt something pull her back up. When she looked weakly around to the mass that was holding her up she saw Aladdin. He had a big brown leather bag across his body. She didn't have time to look at him long though because soon she was stumbling forward. The only thing that caught her was Aladdin.

"It's probably best if I carry you," Aladdin told her.

"I can take the bag," The sultan offered.

"It's ok. It's not too much extra weight," he said without thinking. It wasn't until his hair was tugged at he realized what he had said. He looked over and got a stern look from her father before he pointed toward Jasmine.

"So uh you know what yeah sure. You can take the bag,"

"My boy please don't take it too personally. You didn't know before it was to late,"

As the men walked toward the exit Aladdin could feel her body tense up. He supported her legs with one arm and covered the back of her head with his other hand. With his hand holding her head he twirled a piece of her hair around before tucking it behind her ear.

"Aladdin I don't feel good," she mumbled.

"Do we need to go back to a bathroom,"

"No.. my head just hurts a lot,"

"We'll head straight to bed once we get home I promise,"

"Ok…" the princess laid her head down on Aladdin's shoulder. Wanting no more than to just fall asleep. The princess was half asleep by the time they exited the hospital. The sun had crept into the gaps and blinded her eyes with their rays. She closed her eyes quickly and dug herself deeper in her hair and Aladdin's clothes. Just wanting to hide from the world and all its inhabitants.

She heard muffled gossips from the people outside. Jasmine could make out faintly one woman asking what happened. A man asking will she get better. Another even tried asking her about where she had been or something. She even could make out of a child, a young one, asking their mamma whether or not the princess would die. After she heard that Jasmine couldn't take it. She began to whimper and cry out loud. She felt like an attraction, just a tool used for people's entertainment and their criticism. Jasmine looked up briefly and saw a crowd of people gathered around the two. Her father was already in the carriage with her bag of supplies. Aladdin was nearing the carriage, attempting to avoid the constant growing crowd of people. She looked around, the crowd slowly. The butterflies in her stomach had started up again. This time they were crashing into the sides of her lining and causing painful stomach growls. She felt lightheaded from the beating sun didn't help either. She knew what was about to happen. There was nothing she could do.

Jasmine pulled away from Aladdin and then projectile vomited the remainder of yesterday's food toward the crowd. It took awhile after the pain of her throat subsided and her vision cleared to notice what had happened. Jasmine, the princess, had just puked all over the streets and even on some of her citizens. Thankfully she was still far enough away that it only landed on their shoes but it still hurt. Jasmine hid from the crowd, puke still dripping from her mouth, in Aladdin's chest. Behind her hair, but it wasn't enough. Her stomach felt sick again and she vomited right then and there. All over herself and Aladdin soaking their clothes. Aladdin repulsed from the smell turned away.

Thankfully the sudden surprise didn't trigger him to drop her. But he was close. After the shock wore off the citizens began to scream. They demanded an explanation and the kids pointed fingers. Mothers shielded their children's eyes while the people whose shoes were ruined groaned in disgust. Jasmine took one look at the crowd and then began to cry hysterically. Aladdin had chosen to instead of walking away, to stand there and make her look like a fool. Though she couldn't blame him. She would be in shock if her fiance had puked all over her. She tucked her head back toward Aladdin. Now the two were facing each other. Jasmine began to hyperventilate and cry at the same time. It was clear she wasn't thinking straight since she never had answered any of Aladdin's questions. She was too embarrassed and in shock of what happened to pay any attention. Jasmine's worst nightmare was coming true. It was bad that nurses and the doctor had to witness her vomiting but her own people were a different story. These were people. They aren't obligated to keep anything secret about what happened in her room. They were people who had the choice whether or not to tell others about what had happened.

As she heard screams and anger filled criticisms all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and disappear. She wanted to completely erase this memory from her head. So she could continue her princess duties without judgmental stares and comments. As she thought about it Aladdin was making his way up to the carriage. But she stopped him knowing what was going to happen. This time learning her lesson the princess moved away from Aladdin and vomited up bile onto the street and stairs. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. This day was supposed to mean the beginning of her journey to who she once was. But now it would be remembered to her as the day she puked in front of 40 different people. Men, women, children, her fiance, and her father. She thought she felt like a princess, wearing a dress like a nightgown. But it didn't matter.

Aladdin carefully but quickly shoved them both into the carriage. When the door shut the constant screaming of people had become muffled. But it was now being overshadowed by Jasmine's hysterical crying. Her throat burned from vomiting up acid like bile, her reputation was now tarnished, and she had embarrassed herself in front of her family. All her father and Aladdin could do was try to provide some sort of comfort. Aladdin used part of the curtains to wipe off vomit from her clothes and face. Her father held her hand and tried to get her to calm down. But it wasn't doing anything. Jasmine began to cry and push away them both. She used her arms to push Aladdin away and her legs to push her father. All she wanted was to be alone.

The ride back to the palace was filled with screams, insults, and more sickness. Her throat burned every time she cried or vomited. When they finally made it back to the palace Jasmine stopped crying and tried to protest.

"Look, I understand it was embarrassing. But we need to put that behind us and get back into the palace," Aladdin told her. The Sultan had already left, taking the bag with him.

"No…" she mumbled through tears.

"It's hard, I know. But we can't stay in here forever,"

"I don't wanna go out there. What if there's still people watching," she told him. Curled up in the corner.

"Jasmine, it's going to be ok. We're taking a back entrance so no one will see you,"

Jasmine cried for a bit before Aladdin decided to just carry her. Grabbing arms he lifted her up and placed her close to his body. As Aladdin carefully carried her out he could hear her muffled cries into his chest. He hated hearing her cry. It was by far one of the most painful things he could listen to. Every time he heard her cry it always surprised him just how ill she really had become. It was extremely rare to ever see her cry. She was a tough girl who wouldn't let her emotions get the best of her. But now it was like every hour or so he would hear her crying. She wasn't tough anymore. She wasn't Jasmine. Rather an empty shell of who she once was. It always struck him just how much she had changed. Just a month ago she was the Jasmine everyone knew. The Jasmine he held in his arms didn't feel like her at all. Literally because she was skin and bone at this point.

Aladdin walked his way to a back door and used a key in his pocket to open it. After opening the door he walked up through the hall. It was a small hall that guards used as a secret back entrance and exit. Not many people knew about it since mostly guards used it. Recently after befriending Razoul he had given the key as a gift to him to use it to help defend the kingdom. After climbing up the stairs Aladdin entered the north hall. Now the two were in the main palace. Jasmine looked around the palace, searching in her mind to remember where this was. Aladdin carried her through the hall and past the garden.

"Maybe we can have a picnic there once you get to feeling better," he told her.

Jasmine didn't respond. She was half asleep by the time they reached the stairs up to her bedroom. After pushing open the door and walking inside Jasmine began to stir. She weakly opened her eyes and exclaimed the room. Aladdin waited for a response. Instead of a smile and thank you's, she began to cry. Aladdin thought her tears were of happiness but soon it became apparent they were not.

"What did you do?!" Jasmine croaked.

"We fixed up your bedroom. Tidy-"

"Wha- what?!" she asked.

"Well I was trying to find my dagger and the last place I had to check was-"

"You- you went into my room?"

"Yeah…"

"Why!" she demanded.

"I told you I needed to find my dagger,"

"Well you didn't have to go into my bedroom!"

"It was the last place I hadn't checked,"

"What else did you find?" she asked. Fear was in her eyes. She could only imagine what else Aladdin had discovered.

"Um…"

"Put me down now," she told him. When Aladdin didn't listen she began to squirm in his arms, "Aladdin put me down!"

Aladdin following her orders quickly put her down. Aladdin watched as Jasmine ran to her closet and flung open the door. He tried to stop her but it was too late,"Ok so I may have peaked a bit but-"

"Where's the pile of clothes? And the note?" she asked. She began to look around the room frantically for the two items, "And the food and the snacks and-"

"I just uh-"

"You didn't read it did you?" she asked.

"Well I-"

Jasmine groaned out loud and ran her fingers through her hair. Anger and panic coursed through her body.

"And you saw how small my waist was?"

"I'm sorry Jas I-"

"ALADDIN!"

"I'm sorry-"

"What is wrong with you! Why would you go into my room without asking?"

"How was I supposed to ask you when you were in a coma? And why did you even have it in the first place?"

Jasmine didn't respond and only looked away. Then a thought hit her. If her closet was cleaned, was everything else too? Jasmine ran out of the closet and to her vanity. Hoping one object would be still there. The first thing she noticed was her reflection of her panicked self in the newly repaired mirror. She looked down at the dresser and noticed to her horror the brown journal wasn't there. She began frantically hyperventilating. The fear of her book being missing or possibly thrown out haunted her. Aladdin walked over to her and tried to comfort her. But she pulled his hand away and got up in his face.

"You didn't read it did you?"

Aladdin didn't respond. Scared of how she might react. By his expression and unwillingness to respond Jasmine feared the worst.

"You read it… didn't you," she whispered. Now looking away and at her reflection.

"Just a few entries…"

He felt her tense up and began to whimper. The gig was up, Jasmine knew that Aladdin had discovered the true reason why she had become so ill. Something she was not ready to share yet. She cursed herself and ridiculed herself out of the stupid idea of even starting a journal. Aladdin put his arms on her shoulders and tried to comfort her. This was not the reaction he was hoping for at all.

"And you found the- the vomit covered sheets, pee stained mattress, moldy food, vomit filled bags?" she whispered.

"Actually the servants did," a voice called. Jasmine and Aladdin looked toward the direction of the noise. There in the doorway was the Sultan. He had wanted to come up and see his daughter before continuing with his daily tasks. Jasmine, at the thought of not only her family, but palace staff discovering how ill she truly was, broke down in tears. She cried out of embarrassment and humiliation. People other than her family had discovered how ill she truly was. And nothing was stopping them from gossiping about it. Jasmine cried then and there. She was not ready to tell her family, let alone palace staff, about her addictions and horrific habits. The fact it was done behind her back when she could do nothing about it didn't help.

"Jasmine what's wrong?" her father asked, walking over.

"What's wrong! What's wrong is that my entire family and palace staff have discovered how ill I truly am! I wasn't even ready to tell you guys about my addictions but now it's late. I wanted to explain myself in private, only with you two. People I trust," Jasmine was now sitting at the edge of her bed.

"We just thought it would a good welcome home present,"

"It's not that I'm ungrateful for a clean room. It's that now complete strangers to me know how mentally ill and am. And nothings stopping them from spreading gossip about me,"

Aladdin felt somewhat happy that she admitted that she was still grateful for a clean room. But he ridiculed himself for not thinking of her feelings before letting an entire palace staff in on her secrets.

"I'm so sorry Jas. It should have just been us and your friends. Not servants and guards,"

Jasmine let tears and wiped them away. She looked away and toward her floor.

"It also doesn't help that your curiosity got the better of you and you read my secret journal," she ridiculed him.

Aladdin took in a large breath and looked away. Ashamed that she was right. He should have just waited to ask her about it and not read it.

"What book?" her father asked.

"It's nothing father go away,"

"Dearest everything will be ok,"

"I wasn't ready…" was all she mumbled.

"I know you weren't. But Jasmine sometimes things like this have to happen to get better. If it was your way none of this would have happened and you would have cleaned all this up when you got better," Aladdin told her.

Jasmine nodded, ashamed and upset that he was correct. Except he left one crucial detail out.

"If it was my way nothing would have happened. I wouldn't have said anything to you guys, wouldn't have let you in my room, wouldn't explain myself. Nothing. I would have just tried to go back to the way I was. I would have just walked away if you asked me and I probably would have gotten even more ill. So yeah… I guess it did need to happen,"

Her father grasped her hand, "See Jas you're getting better-"

"But it still hurts. Nothing will ever go away. This day will always haunt me and the looming death will never leave," Jasmine was choking on her own tears now, "I want to forget this ever happened. I want to forget that I've slept like half a year of my life off. I just want to forget about my eating disorder. The whole reason I started this awful journey,"

Jasmine cried into her chest for a while. The more she was talking sense into herself the more she was discovering how childlike it was to have an outburst over a clean room.

"I'm sorry I act like such a child at times. I'm sorry for everything I've put you through, I'm sorry I kept this hidden for so long, I'm sorry…" she cried. She knew simple apologies couldn't make up for the trauma had put upon everyone around her. But no words would be able to describe just how sorry she was, "I deserve everything that's happening to me…" she whispered, "My pain, my weight loss, everything…" she mumbled. Her voice barely above a wisper.

Her father was the first to speak, "Dearest you can't say that. You deserve everything. None of this should have happened and you know that. The world's just unfair,"

"You can say that again," she mumbled.

Aladdin followed, "Jas listen to me. You've done so much for everyone. For us, your citizens, to me and your father. You went on that non stop spree because you love us and you care about the citizens,"

"I did it because I wanted to prove something of myself…"

"But you offered to self teach me. No one forced you to do that,"

"Then why did I do that?" she asked. Now questioning herself.

"Because you cared about me Jas. You lost sleep so you can be your best for me,"

"It didn't last long-"

"Jasmine you're missing the point," her father butted in.

"It doesn't matter though! The point is that I'm the reason I'm ill! I dragged myself down and was too selfish to tell anyone about my problems cause I thought no one would do anything. Which isn't true but- but-" Jasmine searched for words to say. But she couldn't. Soon she was back to crying.

Aladdin grabbed her hand and then spoke, "Just cause you're a princess doesn't mean you have to carry the world,"

"But that's what princesses do. They have to be the best they can be. And if they're not that then what does it matter?" she asked.
"Jasmine you can't think like that," her father told her.

"I don't think! That's the problem! I can't control how I think anymore and it's so unfair!" she screamed, "It's like I'm trapped in my own mind. Unable to think straight. All those times Aladdin! All those times I screamed when you tried to get me to eat I wasn't me! I wanted to eat! I wanted so badly. Every time you left with the food in hand I would cry. Because I was hungry! I just lost control of myself," she cried. Finally she let it out. That she was losing control.

Jasmine continued, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't control anything anymore. I've lost control of reasonable thinking and I can't do anything in my body. I can't move, I'm too weak to do anything. I feel trapped," she admitted, "I can't do it anymore guys. Haven't I suffered enough? Enough pain? It's almost too much for anyone to bear and I don't know why Allah chose me out of all people to go through this. I'm not strong, I'm weak and I can't do it! Why me out of everyone?" she cried. Both searched for words to say, it was the Sultan who spoke first.

"Dearest I know you are probably tired of hearing this but it will be ok. Together we all will help you. You deserve the entire world honestly. You're the best princess anyone could ask for-"

"You didn't answer my question," she interrupted in a stern voice. It was obvious she was tired of hearing the same phrase over again.

"Jasmine look at me," Aladdin told her, "the world isn't fair. That's just how it is. I mean it wasn't fair that I was born into poverty and you weren't. But that's just how the world is. It's never going to be fair. But the best thing we can do is push through it. Jasmine look at me please,"

Aladdin pushed her head up toward him, making her make direct eye contact.

"You can't do it alone. No one can. You need to accept help. You can come to therapy with-"

"I don't-" she tried to say.

"You do. It's for the best,"

Jasmine looked down at the ground. She knew deep in her heart that she had to get help. One way or another this could not continue. If she didn't get help now then she would continue to spiral out of control until she- Jasmine cringed at the thought.

"Ok… I'll do it. But only once I feel confident,"

"Really?" her father asked. Aladdin was thinking the exact same thing. Both weren't expecting her to actually agree to it.

"Yes! I have to in order to get better. I want to have it here at the palace,"

Both men couldn't help but smile. It finally seemed like they were having a step in the right direction.

"I can't promise you that I'll say or do anything the first meeting,"

"Well at least try," Aladdin told her.

"Oh dearest, I'm so proud of you. Look at you finally accepting help. Don't you feel better?" her father asked.

"I mean I guess. I'll start feeling better once my sickness wears off. If it ever does," she mumbled.

"You know Jasmine. Technically you got part of what you wanted," Aladdin started. Jasmine looked up at him confused, "We're in a private room. And you got to share how you really felt and explained yourself to us two. Two people you trust,"

It took awhile for Jasmine to remember but once she did she gave a little smirk. For the first time she felt like she had accomplished something. She no longer had to bottle up her emotions anymore. A sudden feeling of happiness coursed through her. A feeling that lay dormant for so long was finally expressing itself. Jasmine smiled and then out of instinct laid her head down on Aladdin's shoulder. She gave one last look at the floor before closing her eyes. Just like the time on top of the building during their first date.

The Sultan and Aladdin looked at each other in amazement. It was clear the real Jasmine was shining through. Aladdin couldn't feel happier. He looked down at Jasmine who was smiling. With a real smile! Not one that was forced or fake. This one was real and it was the first one in quite some time.

Not wanting her to change emotions, Aladdin held her for the next minute. A minute full of silence. That was before they heard soft soothing humming coming from Jasmine's lips. Aladdin almost broke down in tears when he realized it was the song they sang on their first date. When they soared through the diamond sky and saw the wonders the world had to offer. As she hummed it was clear she was being transported back to simpler happier times. The two men could only imagine what thoughts swirled around in her head. Her difficult to understand mind. At times it seemed as if she was bipolar in ways. Unable to keep one emotion for long. She would be crying one moment and then screaming angrily the next. Aladdin had to constantly remind himself that she had little to no control. It's what depression and mental illness does to a person. It takes over their train of thought to the point that they can't control it. Thankfully he had found books about it in the medical section of the library. Hoping that him getting more knowledge on the subject would help him become a better partner.

Aladdin had fought many evil's in his time and he knew fair to heavily unfair battles. The one Jasmine was fighting was extremely unfair. Not only was she fighting mental battles but health problems, the stress of being a princess, and her family. It was one doomed to fail from the beginning. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Jasmine open her eyes briefly. Then she spoke in a quiet delicate voice

"I love you,"

"I love you Jasmine. More than anything in the entire world,"

Jasmine smiled one last time before closing her eyes and finally letting sleep take over. After a minute Aladdin felt her body become heavy and heard her breathing even. She had stopped smiling but now she had an expression of no pain. A rarity. Slowly grabbed onto her and picked her up. The princess was around half asleep by the time Aladdin had picked her up. The Sultan had already undid her sheets in order for Aladdin to tuck her in. Once he placed her gently down on the bed he tucked her in and then kissed her on the forehead.

"Sleep well princess," he whispered in her ear. Tucking back a loose piece of hair as he did so.

Next it was her fathers turn, "Get well soon dearest," was all he said before he tucked up the sheet closer. Her father couldn't help but smile. His daughter was coming back. His life.

As Jasmine heard the two leave the room another, genuine smile, graced across her pale face. Maybe now she will get better. Now that she had the experience and knowledge of what could happen if she didn't care for herself she would know better. Maybe, just maybe, she could get her life back. Her smile began to vanish as sleep consumed her body. Now in a comfortable bed and a semi clean nightgown the princess let sleep consume her body. Finally relieved that some good had occurred during the horrific day.