Chapter 20. Life Isn't So Suffocating.

"So, Your full name is.." Oprah said.

"Isabella Lillian Truscott-Wentz. A little of my mom and my dad." I said

"Yeah. So, your dad. He's Pete Wentz."

"Yeah. He's been there forever. Unlike most young families where the dad isn't there, my mom and dad were together and stayed that way. They truly loved each other."

"And your mom passed away two years ago, right."

"Yes. Leukemia."

"Did you live with your dad?"

"No. When my dad started the whole… music thing he and my mom lived in separate houses for me. So I wouldn't have to deal with the whole 'OMG! Your dad's Pete Wentz' thing until I was old enough to handle it. But now, I do live with him."

"And, I know I might be hearing things, but I'm getting a English accent from you."

"Oh. Its actually Australian. When my mom died, I lived with my Australian cousins in Spain."

"Really."

"Yes. Kinda confusing."

"And you speak Spanish?"

"Yes. I'm fluent in about…8 languages. Not including English, and I'm learning Hebrew."

"Wow. That's quiet an accoplishment!"

"I love languages. I've always loved learning."

"That's a very role-model-esque thing to love."

"I'm really not in it for that. But the thing is, I do. I love learning things. I recall taking a class at my old school where you sat there and the teacher just talked. He like… didn't shut up. And all we did was learn about really really cool stuff, and like.. Mind blowing ideas."

"Wow. That sounds like a great class."

"It was."

"So, What do you think of your dad dating?"

"Um…. I'm not sure. If they're nice, I guess I wouldn't mind. Its not a matter of whether or not he's trying to replace my mom. I know he's not."

"So. I know I already kinda asked this before but, Whats its like to be Pete Wentz' daughter?"

"Well, Its really cool. MY dad can relate with me on a ton of stuff, and he's very… adolescent. He's a teenager inside. In general, he's great. I mean, you really have to get used to the fact that some of your friends have your dad on their wall. But It kinda sucks sometimes cause he doesn't know that much about my diabetes. So, he can't really help me with it. Course, I've been dealing with that since I was like… 8."

"Yes, and you have diabetes."

"Yes. Type 1."

"Do you do… like.. Shots or… what is the protocal of that?"

"Um… I check my blood sugar with shots and I take insulin."

"And is that a major set back?"

"Yes. But I won't let it get to me."

"That's really cool… So right now you are actually on tour, right?"

"Yes, With Mikayla, Hannah Montana, and the Jonas Brothers."

"And you and one of the Jonas' are in a relationship. Nick right?"

"Oh, NO! We're not dating. We're just like… best friends. Their my neighbors and they're really cool guys."

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I figure that most people in my position, would admit what the did.

I am a wimp.

Nick is freezing me out. For about three weeks since the accident. He only talks to me when he needs to and hasn't called me 'Fishy' in about a month. This tour is breaking me. I need to go home. Unfortunately, I have a month left.

Right now, I'm standing backstage. Mikayla is performing. I've got about an hour and a half 'til my turn. I spot Nick. He's pacing about three meters from me, next to his brothers.

I'm not going to be a wimp anymore. Not anymore.

I walk up to them. Nick avoids my glace.. His eyes dart around the room, just missing mine.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey, Izzy." Kevin and Joe said in unison.

"Isabella." Nick says as he bends down to tie his already tied shoe.

"Nickolas." I mock. "Erm.. Can I talk to you……" He looks to me. "Alone." I said, very timidly.

"Fine." He says coldly. He begins to walk. He leads me to a closed space, where nobody can hear us. "What?" He asks. I lean against the wall, and slide down, pulling my knees to my chest. He sits down too.

"You said you wanted to know what was going on."

"Yes."

"I wanna tell you now." He finally looked at me, engaged in the conversation.

"Go ahead."

"I realize that I said you'd hate me for telling you. But I also get it that not telling you makes you hate me more. So, I'd rather you know the truth, than you hating me for not telling." I took a deep breath and rested my chin on my knees. "Nick…. I….. I tried to…." I started to cry. Nick put his arms around me.

"Tried to what?" He asked.

"I tried to kill myself….." There was a very long pause.

"Oh…. Well…. I…… oh…" He said. He just hugged me. After about tem minutes of pure silence , besides my sniffles from crying, he spoke again. "Can I ask why?" I nodded.

"I…. Miley… She…. And…. and…… we….." I tried speaking, but I knew it was incomprehensible.

"Take a breath." He said. "Just take a breath. "He said, rubbing my back as I cried.

"I just.. Couldn't handle it anymore. I was talking to Miley one night. She made me feel so terrible about everything. and Life feels so suffocating." (a/n, they havn't written take a breath yet.)

"Life's not suffocating. All you need to do is breathe." He said. I continued to cry.