A/N: I know I shouldn't really be starting any new stories but this idea just came to me and I needed to get it on here. So heres the story it's a little different from my others but I hope you enjoy it anyway :D

"You know you're a bitch right?" The words hurt more coming from him than when anybody else had said them. It took everything I had not to let the tears that were forming fall.

I was upset, and I couldn't come up with any better snipe than "Well I'm single" then I stalk off.

So the cute new boy thinks I'm a bitch, what did I ever do to him?

As I walked away I could only think of one place to go that I could get this stress out : the bathroom.

I could cry and toss up anything left inside me from lunch. I know what you're thinking 'Oh my gosh she's just like Marley' but no I was like this first and I only brought her down because I didn't want to seem so different. Not that its matters because no one could care less that I'm just as ill as she is, infact at this moment I'm probably worse, but no one gives a crap.

So yes that's right, I'm a confirmed Bulimic, but I'm the only one who knows besides the doctor who confirmed it. I want to tell my mum, but I can't because she can't find out that my father drove me to it.

My father HATES me. He never wanted a daughter, my four year old brother is his pride and joy. Ethan has gotten everything and anything he has ever wanted. The only thing that my father ever gives me are his so called words of wisdom, which usuall consist of "Well Kitty aren't you looking a little chubby today, you could stand to loose a few, actually alot. You're fat."

My father is a complete Male supremisist, (he's also very racist but that is not really relevant at this point) so basically in our house that means my mother can't work and I'm treated like crap, and even if she wanted to my mother can't speak up for me to make him stop. It's just not allowed.

So can anyone figure out why I'm such a bitch?

I can't say anything to my father because he'll hurt me. So I take it out on others. I lnow it's not right, it's not christian, but if my father can taunt and beat me under the lords eye then I can insult people.

I enter the bathroom and scowl at the girl standing infront of the mirror reaplying her make-up.

I think her name is Sugar, one of the glee losers. And unfortuately she is the only other perso in here, so if I cry or puke, she'll hear me.

I walk into the nearest stall and wait. Soon I hear footsteps and the swing of the door. I'm alone.

I rid myself of what little food was inside me, then I begin to cry.

I wish I'd heard the footsteps, no one was supposed to know. It's supposed to be my issue, and I'm supposed to deal with it alone.

"Kitty." She was back, I guess she never left.

"Are you okay? Cause you don't sound good, do you need the nurse?"

"No" I manage to choke out. Sugar carefully pushes open the stall door.

"And you don't look so good" she stated.

Sugar helped me up and led me to the sink.

Who would of thought that the annoying rich girl would turn out to be someone to rely on, a friend, my only friend.

Unfortunately I couldn't tell her everything, I don't think I'll ever be able to tell anyone my issues.

A/N: So thats the first chapter, please tell me what you think :D