I don't want you

Come on elle

12 am
"Elle..." The older woman began.

Elle shook her head, and grabbed Angelina's hand leading her up the stairs to their bedroom.

"Shh, let's go to sleep. It's been a long day."

Elle sits on the silk sheets that she and Angelina have been using more, however her reason for sitting is less lovely than that of Angelina Jolie. She wrestles with her body – it tells her she needs the food and the voice of her mind and mother saying no.

'I must not eat! I can't, no Elle, Angelina won't love you anymore. I need this. Control this!' Elle mutters to herself as she tries to calm the dizziness in her head when she smells it, those wonderful blueberry pancakes Angelina makes and she stands as Angelina walks in but immediately has to sit. The blonde rushes over to her yelling down to Elle to keep an eye on the food.

"Elle, you okay?" Angelina asks softly.

"Yes I am fine. I believe I smell pancakes and coffee?" Angelina smiles and grabs the dark eyed woman's hand.

"Yup, there is!"

Elle looks at the pancakes and smiles going to grab her fork 'Elle, don't do it! You can control yourself!' She slowly lowers the fork but her body overpowers her and she lifts the utensil to cut the pancake and places it in her mouth a moan escaping but she covers it up. Grasping for another piece and within a few minutes she looks to Angelina who was gaping at her.

"Elle? Are you feeling okay?" Angelina asks in concern, as she stands and rubs Elle's back, due to the fact that the pale complexion she normally holds has gone somewhat green as Elle faces an internal nightmare.

All of these thoughts racing in Elle's mind in the kitchen quarters at well past midnight.

Elle stands and runs to the bathroom before quickly relieving herself of the calories and carbohydrates and fats..

Angelina sighs as she rubs her nieces back, "'Elle, what's up? Did you eat something bad?" Elle just shakes her head as Elle walks back in with a cup of water, "I don't know. I'm not feeling well I guess" 'Not feeling well, because I have nothing! No control.' Angelina nods but isn't convinced, as she slowly helps Elle off of the floor and to their bed.

"Just get some rest, yeah?"

Elle nods and lays down curling into a ball. As Angelina snuggles into Elle she slides herself as close to her as she can but something catches her and she stops Elle flips over feeling the blonde stop cuddling, "Angelina? What's wrong?" Elle asks as she looks down feeling ashamed 'it's probably because of the fat on my abdomen'

"Elle. You're skinny, like really thin. I-I can feel your spin and," she slowly felt around to her front feeling ribs poking beneath what was now ghost like skin –even with the olive complexion.

"And your ribs are right there, I can feel them more than I used too. Elle we had a big talk the other day about not eating. Remember? Why is this continuing? You said you'd stop."

Although Angelina thought 'Elle has always been quite skinny.' Elle turns back around and sighs curling into herself she pushes Angelina back "Stop it!"

Elle spits, "Just leave me be!"

She says trying to sound normal. Angelina resigns, leaving the room with a soft "Okay, Elle."

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Elle sighs and rolls over onto her side of the bed and starts to cry, she slowly picks up her pillow and holds it to her chest as sobs escape her mouth and wrack her body. As she falls into a slight slumber nightmares invade her subconscious.