Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

So Long, Lizzie

A week after the surgery the surgeon took out the stitches and a couple of weeks later you had no pain at all and healed properly without any infections. However, every meal was now full of fighting, pleading and bargaining, you were restricting heavily, hiding food, chewing and spitting it and secretly exercising multiple times a day. You had gone back to self-harming as a coping mechanism, scratching and using the razor every now and then. You were isolating yourself and spending most of your time in your room, reading, puzzling, coloring or cuddling with Luna when you were not secretly working out. Taylor and Andrea were extremely worried, your mom rang the treatment center to schedule an urgent appointment, without telling you. Andrea was making your foods and, since she was making them more calorie dense, and although she knew that you were not healthy; she thought that you were at least eating a 75% of what she was giving you. Your mom and your sister tried pointing out at the disordered behaviors they caught, and even though they tried to watch you 24/7, you always found a way to restrict and/or compensate. They suspected that you had probably lost some weight after the surgery, but they were unaware of how much weight you had lost, since you were using big clothes and trying to spend the least time possible with people.

One morning you woke up and after breakfast (followed with some secret working out before showering), your mom asked Taylor and you to go with her to run some errands. You agreed wanting to be able to walk and burn calories, considering that now the treadmill was locked in the basement again and every time you asked for a walk, you would get a negative answer. In reality your mom was taking you to the treatment center, but you didn't realize until she took the final turn, and you saw that known building.

- "What's happening?" You said from the backseat to your mom. Panic written all over your face in the rearview mirror.

- "I've made an appointment for you. You're not okay, we know it and you know it too. This needs to stop" your mom replied pulling the car.

- "What the hell are you talking about? I'm fine" you replied in a high pitched tone.

- "Lizzie, you need help. You're not eating as much as you should" your mom said in a soft voice.

- "That was because of the wisdom teeth surgery, but I'm fine. I don't need whatever this is"

- "We literally had a fight this morning over a little extra cottage cheese on your toasts. You need help and we're taking you somewhere where they can support you" Andrea said before opening the door and getting off the car.

- "You're insane. I'm not going in there" then you turned to Taylor - "You knew about this, and you agreed to it? You traitor!"

- "We're worried about you. Please baby, let us help you" the blonde said looking away from you, it hurt too much to look right into your sunken and lifeless eyes.

- "I'm not leaving this car. I don't need help"

Taylor got off the car and walked next to your mom, they opened your door and waited for you to come out. But you wouldn't. You just stared at them arm crossed.

- "Come on darling, you know that this is the right thing to do" Andrea insisted and extended her arm so you could take her hand.

- "I told you I'm not going in there"

- "I'll drag you inside if I have to" Andrea said raising her voice.

- "Oh, you wouldn't" you replied defying her, sure that they would just get inside the car again and drive you home. But Andrea grabbed your arm and strongly pulled you out of the car. You couldn't help it, you were distracted and weak, she was able to get you off the car and you fell to the ground.

- "Get up" Andrea yelled. She was shocked at how easy it was to pull you.

- "Mom this is not the way to do it" Taylor said softly.