WARNING: This fan fiction may contain content that is triggering to some. You have been warned.
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| Prologue: White | |
| Author | Lizzie |
| Genre | Angst/Drama |
| Perspective | First Person - Omniscient |
| Narrator | Ruby Rose |
| Official Characters | Weiss Schnee, Pyrrha Nikos, and Cardin Winchester |
Description: Fear of what's inside of me. Tell me can a heart be turned to stone? Mirror, mirror, what's behind you? Save me from the things I see! I can keep it from the world. Why won't you let me hide from me? Mirror, mirror, tell me something who's the loneliest of all? I'm the loneliest of all.
“... White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test...”
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A beautiful girl with long white hair who had the grace of a ballerina had everything in her life: family, friends, servants, everything. She got what she want, but she never did what she want. She was not happy with material possessions, but she faked it. She pretended to love everything just to make her parents happy. She believed that was her only role in life, to make them happy even at the cost of her own happiness. Little did this princess-like girl would end up going down a path of self-destruction.
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“Mother, can the chef make Poulet de Provencal for dinner tonight?” the young girl asked, showing a taller woman a page in a cook book she had found in the library.
The woman frowned as she looked at the page before saying, “Weiss, it has 10 grams of fat. That is too high for a lady to eat in one meal.” She gave the white-haired girl a look over before continuing, “Besides, you’re looking a bit fatter lately. I’m going to have the chef make you a salad for dinner, understand?”
The girl looked at herself, frowning, and thought, ‘Am I really getting fat?’ She looked at her mother with a faked smile and nodded, curtsying, “Yes, Mother, I understand.”
“Now, go study until dinner is ready.” Her mother ordered.
Weiss curtsied again and went up to her room. Looking down at her stomach, she whimpered and begun to strip to her underwear. She stepped over to her full body mirror, examining her body, every curve, every line, every inch of skin. The white-haired girl begun to cry, grabbing one of her boots and throwing it at the mirror. As the glass shattered, she sat and curled up on her bedroom floor, crying still.
‘What am I going to do? I can’t keep getting fatter!’ she thought as she sobbed.
After a while, Weiss’ crying calmed down and she looked towards her desk with her high quality computer sitting on top of it. She stood and walked over to it, turning it on. Once it was booted up, she searched on the Internet for ways to lose weight quickly and efficiently. After a while, she stumbled upon a website that was self-described as “pro-ana” and “pro-mia”. Weiss looked through the Internet more to figure out what “ana” and “mia” meant. At the end of her search, she smiled.
“This is perfect.” she purred.
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Time passed and the beautiful white-haired girl got older, but her beauty became sickly as she became thinner and thinner. Her bones became visible through her skin and her expression looked dead most of the time. These “friends” called Ana and Mia became the center of her life along with her need to please her family. Only one person, her red-headed friend, noticed this, but Weiss would avoid talking about what was going on with her. She avoided it until one night at her school’s talent show.
Her and her group of friends were all eating together before the show at a fast food restaurant. Weiss had ordered a salad, but barely touched it. She took a few bites here and there, waiting for her friends to finish their meals.
“Weiss, you should really eat more. The rest of us are almost finished.” said the red-head.
The white beauty raised an eyebrow at her friend and snapped, “I’m not really hungry, Pyrrha.”
“You barely ate at lunch today with the same excuse.”
“Maybe I’m just nervous about the talent show!”
“Usually, people eat when they’re nervous.” Pyrrha argued.
The thought of eating a full meal made Weiss feel sick, but it was perfect timing anyway. “I’m not hungry, Pyrrha. Deal with it. I’m going to use the restroom now if you’ll excuse me.” she hissed, standing and throwing her salad away before going to the restaurant’s bathroom. The white-haired girl looked at her sickly-looking body in the mirror, frowning. “Still not good enough.” she mumbled angrily before going into a stall and locking herself inside. Kneeling down to the toilet, she started to make herself throw up what little she ate at dinner. Once she was satisfied, she stood and flushed the toilet, going out to brush her teeth and wash her hands, her usual post-vomiting ritual.
“Weiss?” a worried voice called from her left.
The princess-like girl looked over to see Pyrrha staring at her in horror. She stopped washing her wash and backed away from her friend.
“Pyrrha, what are you doing in here?” she asked, scared.
“I was worried about you, so I followed.” Pyrrha explained, “And then, I come in here to hear you throwing up in the stall. Is this what you do every day after lunch?”
“I wasn’t throwing up!” Weiss denied, frowning and raising her voice, “You’re delusional!”
“Weiss, your bones are popping out of your skin, you look sickly pale, you barely eat anything, and this just proves it all! You’re ill and need help; let me help you please. I don’t wanna watch you kill yourself!”
“I’m not!” she yelled, pushing past the red-head and going out to meet their friends.
Weiss pushed back her anger at Pyrrha and looked as if nothing was wrong while Pyrrha followed the girl out, not hiding her concern at all. No one else noticed this though as they went up to the school for the talent show.
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“Our next talented student is Weiss Schnee singing a song she wrote called, ‘Mirror, Mirror’.” announced one of the school’s teachers as the audience applauded the white-haired beauty entering the stage. Her stomach was twisting and turning into knots and it was bothering her very badly, but she hid her discomfort flawlessly with the practice of the last couple of years.
‘Head up, shoulders back, feet shoulder-width apart.’ she thought as she got ready to sing, ‘Not that far apart.’
The piano begun and Weiss took a breath, closing her eyes. “Mirror,” she sung, “Tell me something. Tell me who the loneliest of all.” Her head started to spin as she sung the longer notes of her song. “Mirror, tell me something. Tell me who’s the loneliest of all. Fear of what’s inside me. Tell me can a heart be turned to stone?” The spinning got worse and worse, but she continued to attempt to hide it, beginning to falter. She begun the vocalizing part of the song and that was her limit. Part way through the vocalization, she fainted on stage and the crowd gasped as Pyrrha ran on stage to help Weiss. She dragged her friend off the stage, not needing help because her friend was scarily light, as the announcer awkwardly assured the audience Weiss would be okay and moved onto the next act. Pyrrha got Weiss on a table and told another student close by to call 911. The male looked confusingly at the red-head.
“She just fainted though.” the brunette male said.
“Cardin, you don’t know the whole story.” Pyrrha said, “Just call for an ambulance and I’ll explain to them what’s wrong with her.”
Cardin blinked and just shrugged, going to call the authorities.
Pyrrha shook Weiss and called, “Weiss? Weiss, please wake up.”
After a few minutes, the young girl came to and looked at Pyrrha. “Wh-what happened?” she asked.
“You fainted. Probably cause of the lack of nutrition you have.” Pyrrha explained, “Cardin just called for an ambulance for you.”
“What?” Weiss screeched, sitting up. She held her hands up to her head, feeling dizzy again, and Pyrrha made her lay down again. “I...” Weiss continued, “I don’t need to go to the hospital. I need to finish my performance!”
“Your performance is over. They’ve gone onto the next act.” Pyrrha said sternly, “You are going to go to the hospital and get help.”
“No, I am not!” Weiss argued, “I’m fine!”
“Barely eating, throwing up what you eat, you are sick and, as your friend, I’m going to help you!”
Weiss begun to cry and turned away from Pyrrha, curling up on the table.
“How long has this been going on for, Weiss?” Pyrrha asked, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder.
After a moment of sobbing, the white-haired beauty finally answered, “Two years...”
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Word Count: 1,383