Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

So Long, Lizzie (part 2)

The next day you woke up and immediately stepped on the scales and smiled when you saw the number, it was lower than the afternoon before. That day you weighted yourself multiple times: before and after eating or even drinking water, before and after exercising, with and without clothes, etc. As a couple of days went by, you were stepping onto the scales obsessively. You would be doing anything and if the voice told you that you were probably heavier, that your body might have changed, you would go and grab the machine, take it to the bathroom, lock the door and step on it. It had never happened before, it was never about a determined number on the scale, it was more about feeling in control, feeling skinny; of course when you were attending the treatment center, when you were in hospital or inpatient in the clinic and you were constantly exposed to seeing the number, you would fixate on the number on it: you didn't want to gain weight, sure, but it had never been like this. Now you were completely obsessed with the thought that the number could slightly change during the day, you knew that it wasn't a good sign, but you were consumed and constantly preoccupied by those digits.

The day of the appointment your mom said she was grocery shopping and asked if you wanted to come with her, knowing too well that you would. You spent the whole time walking to burn calories and grabbing packages, cans and boxes of different foods looking at the nutritional information, comparing different brands, not putting anything into the car at all. When you were "heading home", you were scrolling on your phone and only noticed where you were just when your mom pulled up the car. It was raining heavily, and that building looked even more horrifying in a thunderstorm. You turned your head furiously to her:

- "Not again! Why do you lie to me?"

- "I'm sorry darling but you know that if I've would've told you about this, you wouldn't have accepted coming" Andrea said looking sadly at you.

- "I'm FINE. I don't need this" you said almost screaming, then noticed Taylor's car pulling over next to yours.

- "I'm going to be very honest with you right now: I've spent the last two hours watching you walk frantically to burn calories in the grocery store, looking obsessively at nutritional tables. I don't know what to do anymore" Andrea said with tears in her eyes.

You felt uncomfortable and sad, knowing that your mom saw you doing that. You thought about denying it, but there was no point: - "What is Taylor doing here?"

- "She's here in case you need her"

- "I don't need ANY of you! You shouted angry. Opened the door and prepared to walk away, not caring about the rain and extremely cold weather you were about to go into. Suddenly, a lightning struck very close, and the thunder was so loud that you got distracted and scared and stepped on a puddle, twisted your ankle and fell down. Taylor and Andrea panicked and ran over to help you. Andrea was fast enough to grab an umbrella from the car and ran over with it.

- "Lizzie! Are you okay?" Taylor asked helping you to get up.

- "Yes, I'm fine, don't worry" you said trying to stand up, but as soon as you did you groaned in pain.

- "Come on, let's get inside" Andrea said covering all of you with the umbrella.

- "I'm not going in there!" You said again but another lighting struck, and you just held your mom scared, then followed Taylor and her almost jumping on your other foot.

As soon as you opened the door a nurse ran over to help, she half carried you inside a consult room and looked for some towels. Your mom and Taylor dried themselves quickly and helped you to dry up. Then Dr. Sach and Dr. Maine came into the room:

- "What happened? Are you okay?" The nutritionist asked.

- "I just fell down, but I'm fine" you said looking away from the dietician.