A/N: Hey there! This is my new story, If anyone are readers of Right Kind of Wrong, I'm sorry I abandoned that fic. I'm thinking about updating soonish? Hopefully. Anyways, this story may seem very weird and dark to some but I promise it will get better. I'm so excited for y'all to read and I hope you enjoy! So without further ado, here is "Road to Recovery"

"My problems started about five years ago. My mother was becoming more distant with me, and when she was home it was World War III. No matter what I did, wrong or right, I was horrid in her eyes. I was her personal punching bag, she always took her anger out on me. When she came home if I was eating, she'd call me fat saying, 'Meredith when will you learn? Food contains calories and calories are bad! No daughter of mine will be fat, when does your diet start?' Whenever she forced me to go to a social event for the hospital, the night before I would load up on water and then take water pills so I would look skinny. Even though all of her co-workers said I was way to thin and that even though I was 80 pounds naturally, I should be trying to gain weight. When my mother found out these things, she would agree with them until we got home. Then she would remind me that I wouldn't always look like this so I should diet now. I was always just there for her abuse, I used to never listen. Since I was 11 I didn't really understand why she thought all this about me, then I would remember that she ridiculed me on everything. I could never be enough for her. So by the middle of the year, I started seeing what I'm guessing my mother saw. I looked in the mirror and was disgusted by the reflection, so I googled around and found out that not eating was the fastest way to lose weight, the medical name was anorexia-nervosa. I even found some pro-ana sites. 'The first month is the hardest.' is what all the sites said. 'Join us and we can help you learn control. It gets easier we promise.' It seemed so surreal, I had never heard of anything like this before. But I knew if I wanted to make my mother happy, I needed to look like all the girls on this website, they were so thin. It was beautiful, I was jealous. I craved that beauty, I thought to myself…'I bet their mother's love them.' So that was it. I started not eating, lying to everyone, I mastered the art of control. My ana friends were so supportive… 'You can do it Meredith, just 10 more pounds' 'We're so proud of you, keep it up.' After about 2 months, I got down to about 50 pounds. My hair was falling out, my skin was turning yellow, and my nails were blue. But I had never felt so alive, my mother would come home and even though she still yelled at me about all my mistakes, she would occasionally say how beautiful I looked since I was dieting. I honestly thought things were getting better, and by my 12th birthday I was only 45 pounds, normal for my age and height was 110, so I was about 60 pounds underweight, which my body couldn't take. I found out this the hard way. My first day of middle school I passed out , my body started shutting down and I was in the hospital for a year to gain all the weight back. I was 13 years old and 115 pounds, you know what I saw? Fat. Everywhere. It wouldn't go away, and there was nothing I could do for about 2 years because the hospital was monitoring me. I was supposed to be in therapy, but my mother lied about it until now, that's why I'm here. I had another relapse. About 4 months after my 15th birthday, the hospital decided I was healthy and wouldn't relapse again, they were so wrong. As soon as I was off their watch, I knew I had to get back down to at least 80, so I asked my ana friends what to do. They all told me that throwing up would the weight melt off. I just had to eat less than 800 calories a day and throw up, I'd make it to my goal in about 2 months. I did, I got to 80 pounds on December 15th, 2009. Just four days before my 16th birthday, happy birthday to me. I felt alive yet again, I felt beautiful. Until I passed out again, once they rushed me to the hospital yet again, I fell into a coma for about 8 months. I just came out of it about a month ago, and here I am. In yet another recovery, only this time I'm actually in therapy. My mother never got charged by child protective services because they said it was my choice to do this. Of course I didn't tell them about the verbal abuse. I couldn't, I'd have nowhere to go. So I lied and said everything was perfect and I just felt fat, now here I am." 16 year old Meredith Grey shared her story about her 5 year long battle with anorexia and bulimia to her therapy group. After falling into a coma and almost dying, the hospital made sure she was admitted to the Springwood facility, which she has been at for about a month now. It was very grueling with four 3 hour therapy sessions, 1 group and 2 individual. They tell you not to make friends, and Meredith did not plan to, but there was a boy that caught her eye…

"Thank you Meredith for sharing. We'll discuss after everyone has shared. Derek why don't you go next." The middle aged woman said, she seemed very nice and she was patient with the kids. It seemed like she understood where they each came from.

"My dad died about 6 years ago. I'm the only boy out of 4 so when he died, it was a big deal. My father was my idol, my everything. So when two men came into his store and shot him in the chest over a watch, I was livid. Livid was an understatement and since I couldn't get revenge on these men, I fell into a deep depression. I wouldn't get out of bed in the morning, I never ate, and I became a cutter. I cut to feel alive, when I felt the knife pierce my skin, my body was on fire, I knew this was better than drugs. I felt so high, this was my escape. Especially since I couldn't tell anyone about my depression and I had to be the rock of my family. No one could know that I, Derek Shepherd, broke down every night bawling my eyes out because I would remember that my father would never be back home. That's when the drinking started, when I felt like a baby and a failure, when cutting stopped giving me that high, I turned to scotch. My mother and sisters grew suspicious but never said anything for about 5 years, I knew they wanted to though. They kept quiet until my oldest sister Kathleen walked into the bathroom and saw my wrists cut open and an empty bottle of scotch laying next to my unconscious body. She ran downstairs screaming and got my mother. She called 911 and all I remember from the time I passed out until waking up to my stomach being pumped and my wrists bandaged, is hearing 'Oh no, not him too. I cannot lose my only son. This cannot happen to me.' My mother is the only reason I am still alive, the reason I fought. I couldn't die knowing that my mother would never be the same. She needed me. So I pulled through and after about 3 months in the hospital, I had severe liver damage they wanted to monitor, I was released and here I am. I've been out of the hospital for about 2 weeks and they said I was healthy enough to be admitted here."

"Thank you Derek. Now kids, why do you think you all acted out in these ways? Meredith, why do you think you wanted to be so thin? Because you thought you were fat or because you wanted your mothers' love?" The therapist said this with a sympathetic smile as she looked towards the broken teenager in front of her. Looking up from the floor, obviously broken beyond repair, Meredith quietly whispered, "I just wanted her to love me." After these words left her mouth, Meredith Grey broke down into a sea of sobs, trying to apologize for being such a baby. The therapist said there was no reason to apologize as she wrapped her arms around the tiny girl, who was no more than 90 pounds, she was so fragile. Almost like if the wind blew the wrong way, she'd be whisked away and never return.

"Meredith we all understand what you're going through, or at least we are trying to. Can you help us?"

"I just want to go to bed, please? I know we still have 30 minutes but I just want to sleep. I'm so tired." She whispered to the woman.

"Sure thing, Derek would you please walk Miss Grey to her room then come right back?"

"Yes ma'am." The raven haired boy replied as he walked the distance to get to Meredith and looked at her with his piercing blue eyes. "Ready Meredith?" He asked her and was faced with the pair of saddened green eyes that reflected just what she felt, what he felt too. They were two broken teenagers that had been through hell and back, and though they were not supposed to end up together due to therapy rules, fate always seemed to have other plans.

A/N: So what does everyone think? I know it is VERY different than most stories and I hope it's not too much for anyone but this idea popped into my head while swimming today and I knew I had to write about it. I hope y'all enjoyed and I should have another update by tomorrow night. Fingers crossed! Oh, reviews would really help me. If you like the story, hate it, want to maybe give tips or requests? I'm open to anything.