Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

Lying on the cold hard ground (returning to day treatment) (part 1)

The battle continued, you were purging breakfast almost daily since you needed to go to school and there was no time to wait for an hour. At school you were exercising the most you could: taking the stairs instead of the elevator, taking the longest way to wherever you needed to go and hiding in the bathrooms to exercise. Twice a week Erin and Lou had to have lunch with the prom committee, and you took advantage of that to eat with other friends but often would restrict by not eating everything or just having some salad. You figured out you had lost weight but were very careful to water load before every weight in and try to appear to maintain a certain weight and even gain a bit—yet, you were waiting for the opportunity to check your real weight, maybe at a drugstore or maybe looking for some scales that were hidden at home.

Tuesday morning you woke up, showered and threw your uniforms on before coming downstairs and looking at the plate your mom had made you. Today's breakfast was quite challenging, but you sat down and took a deep breath before picking up the fork—the thought of being able to make yourself sick in some minutes, calming you down. After eating everything you sprinted upstairs, closed the door but forgot to lock it in the spiral that you were, you bent over the toilet and started making yourself sick. Only a couple of minutes later you heard your mom voice:

- "Lizzie, Taylor is leaving now for her flight to the awards, her driver is here. Are you coming downstairs to say goodbye to her?"

Suddenly the doorknob turned, and your mom was behind you. You were kneeling down in front of the toilet, you closed the lid abruptly and flushed, but before you could stand up or could do anything else, she was inside.

- "Elizabeth..." your mom said with a broken voice. Then she repeated again - "ELIZABETH" louder.

You turned around with teary eyes as you stood up. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

- "Go and say goodbye to your sister" your mom said and you shook your head.

- "Go. And. Say. Goodbye. To. Taylor. Now" she said firmly, and you walked past her to go downstairs. She walked behind you. You didn't know what to do, but you knew a lecture was coming, you did your best to wipe your tears and bite your cheeks to stop you from crying more. When you got downstairs, she was standing at the door, it was open, and she was moving her foot anxiously. As soon as she saw you, she knew something had happened and she frowned.

- "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head and walked to her, hugged her tightly and buried your head into her. Breaking down and sobbing. She looked up to your mom:

- "What happened?"

Andrea answered flatly with tears building in her eyes: - "She was purging"

Taylor's eyes widened and she tried to push you away a bit so she could see your face, but you fought against it and hid your head.

- "I'm sorry" you said in between sobs.

Taylor just stroked your head for some seconds until the driver's voice came through from the car - "Miss Swift, we really need to leave right now if we want to be on time. Miss Paine keeps ringing me"

Before Taylor could answer anything, Andrea walked towards you and pulled you away from Taylor, she expected some resistance, but you just let go and covered your face with your hands.

- "Mom, I'll explain it to them. I'm not leaving" Taylor said.

- "No, Tay. Go to the awards. We'll be okay" Andrea answered.

Taylor looked to the car and then back to you and your mom - "I can't leave you. Not like this".

- "Go. You already confirmed you were going to be there and sing at the awards; it'll be a mess if you're not there. Go" Andrea said.