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So I've recently gotten some awesome reviews from some amazing people! I loved them all, but one thing bothers me… Is my writing really unrealistic? I mean I actually thought this story was going well… Is it not? Just something to think about.

Emma's POV

As I stared at the arrangement of food in front of me, queasiness settled inside of my stomach. It had been forever since I had, had well… an actual meal. I mean I didn't not eat completely, but my dinners usually consisted of 3 crackers and a sip of water. Not a full on platter of the whole freaking food group.

"Emma, are you okay? You haven't touched your food." Ally said giving me a small smile. I could tell she was overwhelmed by this all. And I couldn't blame her, I mean finding a bulimic teenager passed out on the sidewalk wasn't exactly the usual.

I shook my head before sighing.

"No not at all. Ally why are you being so nice to me? I know you're my brother's ex-girlfriend and we shouldn't have animosity but you were so rude to me. You were just terrible. Joey's dead now, you don't have to pretend anymore." Tears swelled in my eyes before I blinked them away. I didn't need fake people in my life, in fact I didn't need anyone I was fine by myself.

She grabbed her glass before tossing it against the wall, causing all the pieces to shatter.

"Damn it Emma! You don't understand. Your brother was murdered okay? Someone killed him, and the killer is among us. They're living and breathing perfectly while I suffer. Why I'm crying my eyes out, your parents are having a good smoke!"

My heart practically stopped. Did she just say what I thought she said? This wasn't happening. She wasn't being truthful.

"What are you talking about? Are you actually implying that my parents killed their own son? My parents may not be the nicest, but they wouldn't kill anyone! They loved Joey more than anything!"

Ally banged her fists against the table causing me to jump a bit.

"Don't act like this is a surprise! Your parents are beating you! It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out, their starving you as well! They killed Joey and they're going to kill you." She was out of breath now and her cheeks were a dark shade of red. I wanted to call her a liar so bad. To curse her for saying such things about my parents. But I couldn't. Because at this point I didn't even think of those cruel animals as my parents.

"What can I do to make sure those bastards go to jail?" I asked, even surprising myself a little. I was never one to use profane language, but at this point I was willing to try anything.

She looked at me, a small smile formed on her once trembling lips.

"Now were talking."

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Carter's POV (Carter has come home… I wrote this chapter totally forgetting that I made her run away, so let's pretend she just went for a little cool off jog.)

It's been 4 days since I've started throwing up. And I'm proud to say I've lost 5 whole pounds.

Which relatively isn't a lot, but it sure beats one pound a week.

Lately it seems like I'm not myself. I just feel like I'm not the same girl I used to be. And it's not necessarily a bad thing. I just really hope this weight loss thing didn't change me. I wanted to be the same ole Carter, just with a better body. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be pretty. There was nothing wrong with wanting good attention. What is good attention you ask? Good attention is that moment when you enter a room and everyone can't take their eyes off of you. Their mouths are wide open as they stare at you in pure awe; the only thing on their minds is how jealous they are of you. So I could definitely use some good attention. Not like I've ever had some before.

As I finished my 50 crunches for the morning my door swung open, revealing my best friend Valerie. What was she doing here?

"Hey Carter, I just want to apologize. If I offended you in anyway, it was purely coincidental. You're my best friend; I would never say anything to hurt you." I rolled my eyes discretely. Best Friends don't barge in like they own the place I thought about saying.

"It's cool. So what's up?" I asked casually. I honestly hadn't talked to Valerie in days. To be truthful, I didn't really mind though. A new body probably deserved new friends. Valerie would get over it.

"Nothing… Well I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me with Melissa." She bit her lip a little, an attempt to stop the tears that were now falling down her cheeks.

"Melissa? Oh she's pretty."

"Ex-Excuse me? Carter what the hell!" Valerie exclaimed giving me a glare.

I sighed before standing up. I didn't have time for Val's petty boyfriend drama. I had things to do, the world did not revolve around her.

"Sorry. Do you want me to cry as well? I can't do this right now. We can have an 'boys suck' rant tomorrow or something." Valerie stared at me in disbelief. Her eyes literally widened like saucers.

"You have issues. Whatever you doing is messing you up, I did nothing to you. Good luck with your life because I'm gone." She stormed out the room, her long brunette hair flowing behind. Now it was my turn to freak out. What the heck had I just done?

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98,99,100,101,102…

"Carter! It's 3 o'clock in the morning! It is not a time for you to be doing push-ups! You've been exercising non-stop lately. Take a break." My mom yelled shutting my lights off. But I ignored her, I was so close to my breaking point. I had to push through.

"Did you not hear me young lady? I said stop it!"

110,111,112,113,114….

"Is this some sort of joke? I swear Carter if you don't stop…"

I stood straight up. I had, had enough of her.

"If I don't stop what? What can you do? Kick me out? Ship me somewhere? Go ahead. I don't fucking care!" My mom gasped hearing my language, but I just shrugged it off. This was her fault, it was her fault I was this way,

"Don't you ever say that again!" She screamed grabbing my shoulders, out of anger I pushed her hands off me causing me to lose my balance and fall on the ground. A bottle of Ipecac syrup falling out of my pocket.

"Ca-Carter what the hell is that?!" Oh no.

Well. This chapter has been quite a lot! Please read and review! A btw Ipecac syrup is used to throwup.

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