Bones [Volturi Kings]

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Everything happens for a reason.

At least, that's what most people believe in order to keep some sort of sanity for themselves when things don't go their way. Of course, Sophie Swan doesn't necessarily believe in this. She believes that people choose their own destinies and, in return, choose their own consequences.

She didn't always have this mindset - in fact, before she was diagnosed with her eating disorder, she was quite the optimist. Especially compared to Bella, her younger sister. Sophie was always hopeful about what her future held for her when she was younger. She had her mind set on the college she wanted to attend, the places she wanted to visit and how many children she was going to have one day.

Then she skipped her first meal.

After that, it was a downwards spiral. Sophie obsessed with counting her calories and measuring out portions of food so she didn't go over her limit. When she wasn't busy or when there were no prying eyes - not that there ever was since her father was never home - she was trying to burn as many calories as she possibly could.

Within months, her once healthy body had started to decay.

It wasn't long until she was a pile of bones.

*

Sophie's dull blue eyes lingered on the doorknob. The room she was in was a sullen gray, almost as dark and gloomy as her current mood was. She should've been more happy - her nurse had just released her from her long stay of inpatient care.

Well, if being kicked out is the same thing as being discharged.

However, despite her newfound freedom, Sophie found that she wasn't happy at all.

Being discharged meant that she would go home to her father and younger sister. It meant she would have to see their disappointed faces when she told them she was kicked out of yet another facility. She'd have to tell them that she hadn't gained a pound back since she'd been gone.

That was the worst part about having an eating disorder, Sophie decided, disappointing her family.

As she awaited her nurse's return, she allowed her thin fingers to trail up her arm. The blue hospital gown she wore hung off of her body, not doing much to hide how skinny she was. Sophie's eyes moved to her arm as well, watching as she attempted to wrap her fingers around the top of her arm.

She noticed that her fingers were still only inches apart - that hadn't changed since she was admitted. Sophie huffed in frustration, giving her arm one last squeeze before she let her hand fall to her side again.

A knock on the door startled her, causing her to sit up straighter. She greeted the man who walked in, the same man who had just kicked her out of his facility. The doctor offered an apologetic smile as he handed her her clothes. "I am sorry about this, Sophie. Truly. I wish there was more I could do, but if you're not going to help yourself, then..."