Chapter 7:

AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's kinda short again but i wrote it at like 2 in the morning so, ya. hope you like it please review

I haven't seen him for a week. I'm in his house, he's not here. I'm in his bed, he's not here with me. I wear his clothes, he's not here to see me. I miss him. I need him. Does he miss me? Do I remember his face? My memory is already going. I can't remember him. I need him.

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The crowd screamed his name. Pretty girls surrounded him. He danced and sang. Same thing for the past seven nights. Everything was blurring into one clump of sights and sounds. He lived for her phone calls, the sound of her voice.

"Mitchel, I miss you. When are you coming home?" her voice, Emily's voice. Mitchel smiled.

"I miss you too. I miss seeing you. But, I signed a contract, they were already were nice enough to reschedule some of my appearance days from those days I stayed home. You now I wish I was there, but I can't be. I love you."

"I love you too." Is her voice sad? Does talking to me make her sad? Does she hate me because I left?

"Mitchel, time for your Meet and Greet!" came the voice of the tour manager.

"Em, I'm really sorry, I've got to go. Love you."

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It's been a month. Does he look different? Does he dress different? Does he eat different? Does he think different? Am I going to even recognize him?

Emily had been eating less and less, but nobody noticed. No one was paying attention to her, not even herself. She only left Mitchel's room when she was going to a job or to go to her lawyers and social workers. She didn't even have a social life anymore, she hadn't even talked to Miley for the past ten days. She was disappearing.

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Two months had past since Mitchel had last held Emily. There was always work to be done. He barely had any time to himself. The press wouldn't believe him when he talked about Emily. They all believed she was pregnant. It didn't help that she didn't talk to anyone but Mitchel. He was always telling her to get out of the house and live, but she didn't listen. Mitchel didn't even believe she even heard him when he talked to her, which wasn't too often.

"Ten minutes 'til show, Mitchel get ready to go."

"Alright, I'm coming." Mitchel didn't move he was checking his missed messages when he opened a text from his younger brother. It said two simple words in it 'your girlfriend', but it was the picture that made him freeze. Emily was too pale and deathly skinny.

He was pushed onto stage, he couldn't move. His brain couldn't think, all he could see was that picture. The lights all turned on at once and the music started. The dancers were dancing, but he couldn't move. Everyone was staring at him, then everything went dark.

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Emily was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, or at least what was left of Emily. She had one of his old shirts that he had out grown on, but on her it was way too big.

"Mitchel, I'm so glad your awake." Emily said weakly and threw her arms around him.

He looked at her, but was afraid to touch her. She was so sickly skinny that he thought that he would break her arm in to just by touching it.

"Em, what happened to you?"

"What happened to me? You're the one in a hospital bed." Emily honestly didn't know what he was talking about. She had been avoiding mirrors, she was too afraid to see herself without him. And, she hadn't really taken any notice to her weight loss.

"When's the last time you ate? You need help."

"Help, what do you mean? I haven't seen you for what seems like forever, and then you pass out and then tell ME I need help."

"Em, I love you. But, there is no Emily here. Go eat something. Please, not for me but for you."

"What the hell, I don't understand. I'm out of here." She burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Mitchel wished her could run after her, but he couldn't. And even if he could, he knew he shouldn't. She need to do something for herself. If he did anything else, the next time he left she would disappear to absolutely nothing.

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Emily was sitting in the waiting room when Miley walked in.

"Em, what happened?"

"Mitchel passed out on stage. Combination of stress and dehydration."

"No, I meant what happened to you."

Emily didn't know what to say. Miley had the same look on her face as Mitchel did half an hour ago, but she didn't understand what was wrong. Mitchel said eat something. She ate when ever someone was home, Marc had brought her burger and fries a few times over the last couple weeks and she always ate everything he gave her.

"Emily, don't go anywhere. I'm going to see Mitchel quickly then we need to talk."

Not even five minutes had passed since Miley went into Mitchel's hospital room when the Jonas Brothers came through the hospital doors.

"Emily!" they all called when they saw her, but all with different emotions. Kevin sounded worried, Joe sounded glad to see her, and Nick sounded afraid.

"Hey guys," she tried to smile, but it seemed to take up all her energy,

Everything started to blur and she heard Nick call for help. Joe was holding her from falling off her chair, and the last thing she saw before she blanked out was the look in Kevin's eyes. They made everything clear to her.

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"Emily, I'm so glad to see YOU." Mitchel said at the airport three weeks later. He ran over to give her a hug and he could actually feel her. She was back.

"I'm happy that you're finally coming home." Emily wasn't quite back to her usual healthy weight, but she wasn't a ghostly stick figure anymore, which made Mitchel even happier to see her.

When they got back home, Emily helped Mitchel unpack between make out sessions. They had missed each other, but now they were together again.