I don't even remember what happened. I remember Tawni turning away and I slit myself really fast, it was the 7th cut that week, and then everything turned black… Now I wake up in a hospital bed with Chad by my side.
"Chad… What happened?" I asked weakly.
"You suffered from a blood loss," he said not looking at me.
I acted confused, "Blood loss from what?"
"Oh, they don't know. You have no visible cuts or scrapes."
I smiled to myself, "Really?"
"Yup. But there is one thing…" he said sighing.
"Yes?" I asked not wanting his answer.
"They found slits on your wrists. Tawni told them it was an attempt at suicide… I texted Tawni later and asked her why you did it… she said it was because of me. It was my fault you were in here… Sonny?"
My eyes widened, "Chad…"
He sighed, "I love you."
I kept his stare, "I love you too…"
"I always have. That's where I was going when you were kissing James… That's why I got so pissed off at you… I was right, though."
She frowned, "About…?"
"That I don't want to be friends with you."
My mouth gaped, "Chad…"
"I want to be your boyfriend. Sonny, will you go out with me?"
I smiled weakly, "Yes… Chad. Yes!"
"Bad news, though…"
"What's that?" I asked.
"They're sending you to a Teen Suicide Rehabilitation Center," he said upsettingly.
"That's not so bad.. I need help.. I understand.. You can visit me, right?" I smiled.
"It's in Sacramento… That's almost 6 hours away!" he exclaimed.
"SACRAMENTO!" I yelled.
"Yes.. I can't visit all the time… Not with taping Mackenzie Falls and everything.. I'll call everyday, babe."
"Chad… I'm so sorry…"
"It's alright," he hugged me, a tight hug.
"This is going to be hell, huh?" I asked.
He laughed a cute laugh, "Yep. But when Sonny Monroe gets there all hell will break loose," he smiled.
"Yeah it will!" I laughed.
The next week Chad drove me up to Sacramento. I was on the phone with James breaking it off so Chad and I could be together.
"James… It's just not working out."
"Why not? It's Chad isn't it? He's just using you, Sonshine," he said.
"Don't call me that. It is Chad. I love him, James."
"No. You love me," he insisted.
"No, I don't."
"Sonshine, baby, you love me. You hate Chad. Chad hates you. You guys don't ever want to talk to each other," he said very cockily.
"Fuck you," I said and hung up.
Chad looked over and smiled at me.
"What?" I asked grinning.
"That went well, I assume," he smirked.
"Yes, beautiful conversation," I smirked back.
Five and a half hours past, and we were in Sacramento now. We were 10 minutes from the rehab center.
When we reached the rehab parking lot I turned to face him.
"Chad.. Thanks," I told him.
"For…?" he said, dumbfounded.
"Being here with me," I kissed him on the cheek.
"Well… Can I be here with you more often?" he smiled a sneaky smile. He kissed the top of my lips. First harder then slower. I moved my lips in synch with his.
"Chad… I have to go, now."
He frowned, "This is it? This is where you have to go?"
"Yeah… Depressing."
"Yeah, it is," he opened the door and helped me get my stuff. We got to the front door and he looked at me.
"I love you, Sonny."
"I love you, Chad."
"This is goodbye?"
"Yes… Goodbye Chad."
He hugged me at first then kissed me. I saw paparazzi cameras go off, but I didn't care. I was happy with this for once.
"Bye, Chad."
"Bye, Sonny."
As he walked back to his metallic blue Volvo I walked inside the center.
I walked up to the check in desk. "Sonny Monroe," I said to the receptionist. She looked at me and smiled.
"Sonny Monroe, from So Random!" she asked me.
"Yes, that's me."
She grinned, "Okay, what department are you in?"
I shrugged, "What do you mean… Mrs. Uh… Patricia?"
She smiled, "What kind of," she whispered, "suicide," then went back to regular voice, "did you try to commit? We have starving, cutting, hanging, attempted stabbing…"
I stopped her I was getting sick, "Cutting."
"YOU. You cut yourself?"
"Long story."
"Alright. Floor 3."
I walked to the elevator and saw a girl standing there.
"Hi, I'm Sonny Monroe," I beamed.
"Whatever," she said rudely.
"Umm… So, why are you here?" I asked politely.
"I tried to starve myself. You?" she frowned.
"I cut myself. I suffered a dramatic blood loss, the hospital sent me here…" I shared.
"Okay. I didn't care about who sent you here or what happened. God, Hollywood Princesses," she commented.
"I'm not a princess! I'm from Wisconsin!" I yelled.
She looked at me, "But your dating Chad Dylan Cooper and your in this week's Global Enquirer. Your suicide attempt is everywhere."
She basically shoved the issue of Global Enquirer in my face. My eyes widened at the headline, 'Sonny Monroe cuts herself to Sacramento.'
"That's clever… 'cuts herself to Sacramento…" I sighed.
"You're fake too," she said walking off on floor 3.
"I am not!" I exclaimed.
"Are too. You think using the word 'cuts' like they did is retarded. Gosh, don't be fake," she admitted to me.
"I'M NOT FAKE!" She turned around and looked at me. Obviously, no one talked to her like that.
She clenched her fist and started, "You'll learn… here, you don't talk to anyone like that, Princess."
Chad was right hell would break loose.
But I'm not sure I'd be the one breaking it.
