i took a deep breath as i walked towards the rehab doors. i look around me and let my long dark hair fall as a curtian around face, i walked upto the doors, took a dead breath and walked inside. i walked upto the esk and said my name 'Emily, im here to check myself in' my eyes pricked with tears and my cheeks burned,. the lay on the desk smiled at my sympathetically an pointed me in the right direction.

i spoke with diffeent people, it felt like a dream, i got checked in and shown around by a big friendly guy. i went to my room put my things down, i felt so alone. but i was glad, glad that i had finally decided to fce my issues.

i decided to go for a walk around, i went down a corridor and heard voices coming from a room, i looked inside. 'Hey, im Jess, your knew right? sit down'. i looked around the room and saw about 10, maybe 12 teenage girs just like me. they all looked so friendly, not like Eleanor. non of them asked why i was there, they all looked so non-judgemental. they were just talking about music when she walked in. Demi Lovato.

i gasped, Demi Lovato was here in the same treatment centre as me. my idol, the person who's story and music basically saved me. she was the one who helped me to make the desicion to come here. she looked around awkwardly, nobody knew what do say. it was clear she was self harming, she looked really ill. 'Here' i said, 'Sit down?' i moved up so there was room.

she nodded gratefully and she came and sat right next to me. everyone just carried on talking tryig to make it less awkward. 'hi' i said. hey she replied. 'Emily, but everyone calls me Em'. Demi looked at me weighing me up. i smiled nervously and nodded my head. 'sorry' she said, i looked at her confused. 'its just seeing you here, you dont look older then 15 and your in treatment, its so sad'

i just looked down at my hands. '14' i said. 'im 14'. i was trying to fight back the tears. Demi put her hand of my shoulder an squeezed. i looked up and brushed my hair back. she grabbed my wrist. dammit. i looked at my arm, the make up trying to cover my cuts was wearing off.

the treatment centre was practically in the middle of no where and there was a small area outside that had swings on it. how childish a 14 year old and a 20 year old swinging on park swings. i dont know it felt good, like i was flying. like i was free. i started to tell Demi about why i was here.