Part 4.

Demi's P.O.V

I woke up, wide awake and glanced over at the clock. 2 am, it read. How was it I was so awake when it wasn't even morning yet? I looked over and Nick, who was fast asleep; maybe it was because I slept so much today that my body had had enough sleeping. I didn't want to wake him, so I slowly maneuvered my way out of the bed as quietly as I could and headed down stairs. I felt good, really good.

I found myself in the music room in the back of his house and shut the door behind me, walking over to the piano. As soon as I sat down all my creativity came pouring out of me. Maybe waking up at this ungodly hour was worth it. Tonight it was easy to get in the zone of writing. Chord after chord and not after note just fell into place, and I felt on top of the world. I can do this, I thought to myself as the music continued to flow out of me.

Before I knew it, I looked down at the papers I had now sprawled all across the room, there had to be at least 5 new songs I wrote. I looked over at the clock and it now said 6 am. How the hell had I been in here for 4 hours? It felt like I had just gotten here. My heart was racing with excitement; I definitely could make a whole new album right now.

A few minutes later, I got bored with writing so I went into the living room, grabbed my jacket and car keys and headed out. I didn't have a clue as to where I was going, but it didn't matter. The world was mine, and it was going to know it.

I quickly pulled out of Nick's driveway and headed down the road. It seemed like the whole world was sleeping, except for a few older men outside watering their lawns. I cheerily beeped at them as I drove by, and they waved back with a confused look on their face. Apparently being friendly isn't what they're used to?

When I reached the highway, I saw signs for the beach; perfect! My foot hit the gas, and I was flying down the highway, praying a cop didn't pull me over for speeding. The radio was cranked so loud my windows shook. A few minutes later I arrived at the beach; I ran out of my car and as soon as my feet hit the cool sand, I felt a burst of joy overwhelm me. I found myself just running around like an idiot. I don't know why, but I was beyond happy. This beach was where Nick and I spent most of our time getting away from the world when we our tour was over. I suddenly needed to talk to him. My fingers never dialed a number so fast as they did now, and I waited impatiently as his phone rang.

"Dem? Where are you?"

"Nick! Nick, I'm at the beach. At our spot and it made me think of you and I miss you. Come to me!"

"Are you drunk? You don't sound like yourself."

"Haha oh my GOD, stop being dramatic and get your ass here! I'm not drunk. I woke up at like 2, got bored and I guess I ended up at the beach. At our spot! It's beautiful here!"

"Demi, come home. It's too early."

I don't know what has gotten into him. I was finally happy again after yesterday and now he's trying to bring me down. There was no way in hell I was leaving so instead I hung up the phone and sat down in the sand. Right here, is where I needed to be. My phone began to ring again and it was my alarm. Shit! I have rehearsal today. I totally forgot about rehearsal for tour. This tour was going to be my best one yet! I was no longer the new girl on the scene, my fans knew my songs and the excitement on Twitter about my newest album was more than encouraging. I couldn't wait to get back out there with my fans.

Rehearsal seemed to fly by; it seemed like in no time at all, it was over. Not only was I stoked for tour, you could see all the excitement in the band and dancers eyes too. This was our time to take over the world.

I hurried out of there as fast as I could and flew to the airport to pick up Selena. I needed girl time, and I missed her so much while she was in New York, filming some episodes for Wizards. It was only a 20 minute drive to the airport, but it couldn't have gone by any slower. I pulled up to the curb and got out of my car, excitedly waiting to see Selena come out.

A few minutes later I heard a screech, only to look up at Selena dropping all of her bags on the sidewalk and running over to me at full speed with outstretched arms. I too ran from my car to meet her and our bodies collided into a hug. I was so happy to be reunited with my best friend; I needed her in my life and words couldn't describe how thrilled I was to have her back home with me. Before I knew it we were in the car and headed to a little coffee shop downtown. The whole car ride there was filled with banter of how the filming went, and how much we both missed each other. That's one of the down sides of the business, being forced to spend time apart from your friends.

Once we were at the coffee shop, we ordered and sat down outside in the little fenced in area. It felt just like old times. We laughed and told stories of the people in our lives, then she quickly changed the subject.

"So, how've you been girl? You've been on my mind a lot. You look skinnier too, have you been eating?"

I hesitated to answer as my heart skipped a few beats. I wasn't expecting a confrontation so soon, especially an hour after she got home. I began stirring my coffee, not making eye contact with her and I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah I have. Well, sort of. I'm just stressed with tour coming up, and because of the nerves I've lost my appetite I guess."

Without speaking, I knew she didn't buy it. She was giving me that 'I know you're full of shit' look; I hated that more than anything. I watched as she got up from across the table and took a seat next to me, placing her hand on my arm.

"Dem… I… I know you're lying hun. Please don't get upset, but Nick has been keeping me informed, and well… We're worried about ya girl. What's going on? Talk to me, let me in."

My eyes welled up with tears, and I blinked to try and keep them from coming out, but it was too late. Quickly I lowered my head to my hands and let out the tears. I felt her hand rub my back, but I jerked away. The last thing I wanted was for her first day back to have drama, especially coming from me. If there was one thing I hated more than crying, it was people seeing me cry. I stood up from the table, grabbed my car keys and walked quickly to my car around the back of the building; Selena following quickly behind me. Once I was safe in the privacy of my car, I leaned my head against the steering wheel, and more tears soon began falling from my eyes.

"Demi, come on. Talk to me"

After a few minutes of intense crying, I opened up to her. I told her about how I've been feeling out of my element lately. How everything seemed to be building up inside of me, and I felt like I was going crazy. I don't know why, but I lifted up my sleeve to reveal the cuts on my wrist I had made. She leaned over and grabbed me into a hug, trying her best to comfort me. Why did I just spill all my secrets to her? Although I told her almost everything, I didn't mention the fact that I was purging. It was secret, and nobody besides Nick was going to know.

I regained my composure, and we headed off to her home. The whole drive home I kept on apologizing for losing myself at the shop. I was now highly embarrassed by my behavior. The sun was setting as I pulled into her drive way and I helped carry her bags into her room. I had to be headed home so I gave her a hug, and we said our goodbyes. Suddenly Selena grabbed my arm and pulled me into another hug. "Demi? I love you so much and you know I'm here" she whispered to me; I nodded my head slightly and shortly thereafter, left for home.