I MUST REMIND YOU OF THE 'LIKE' PAGE ON FACEBOOK! Just search "Hayley With A Chance" and you'll find it!

Any-hoo, this chapter shows Hayley's depression and she decided to visit a friend, one that could give her a little info on what she's going through.

this is another chapter I'm proud of.

Title comes from: Superchic(k) - "Courage"

Hayley laid in bed staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom, attempting to make constellations with the glow-in-the-dark stars up there. She wasn't sure how long she had been kept up in her room, but she knew her father was going to come-up eventually to tell her to come eat dinner, and she knew that she wouldn't eat it anyway. She sat up in bed and let her eyes linger out the window. It was the middle of January and she hadn't seen Cori in a month in a half, and hadn't talked to her since then either. Her green eyes then looked around the half lit room, and then on her iPhone that sat on her nightstand. She had almost felt abandoned. She tried to ignore Sterling's calls and texts. Leaving herself alone. She picke up her phone and pressed the button at the bottom to turn it on, she had a new message from David.

She was terrified to look at it.

She slid her finger to onlock the phone, instantly bringing up the message.

"you're a lying fat whore, I hope you're fuckin happy - David"

She instantly broke down, throwing her phone across the room, and then holding her head in her hands.

"Is this what I've become? Is this what I've let myself be?" she said softly to herself, searching her mind for an answer.

She stood up and walked over to her mirror, There was a few healing scars across her wrists, her pajama pants that fit her perfectly before, now just hang on her hips, and her t-shirt now seemed too big for her. She knew she lost weight from the pyshical and mental abuse David had imputted in her mind, and the last time she had weighed her self, she was down to 99, 30 pound less than she was 4 months ago. She slipped off her shirt and tossed on a long sleeve one, one that fit her just a bit better. She then walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of pants. She needed someone to talk to about this, and there was only one other person she could talk to.

She quickly dressed and pulled her hair into a ponytail, and walked down the stairs.

"Hey, Hayley." Her dad stopped her, "Where you going?"

"Just going to visit a friend I haven't seen in a while, why?"

"Did you want some dinner? I made some tuna casserole."

"No, I'm good. I'll probably stop and get a sandwich on the way home."

"Alright hun, You're looking a little skinny, I want to make sure you're not starving yourself."

She applied her fake smile, "No, never dad." She hugged him "See you later."

She left th house and climbed into her truck. She started and let it heat up a bit. Her mind wandered for that moment. Should I really get that sandwich? Dad will notice if I come home with no wrapper. She slapped the steering wheel for that thought.

She backed out of the driveway and drove off, knowing she needed to talk with someone.

She pulled into the closest parking spot she could find at the treatment center, and climbed out. She hoped no one would spot her as she ducked into the building. Immediately met by the front desk.

"Can I help you?" The blonde in light pink scrubs behind the desk asked.

"Um, yes. I'm Hayley Bainbridge and I wanted to speak to my friend Demetria Lovato."

"Alrighty, let me ask her if she would like to talk." she said as she got up from behind the desk, and headed down the hallway, only to come back a few minutes later, "Okay Ms. Bainbridge, come with me, I'll take you to see her."

She followed the woman down to an open door and Demi was going through a dresser. She glanced over and saw her friend and came running over to her. "HALES! Oh how I've missed you!"

The nurse led the two outside to the patio so they could be watched, just incase.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to someone about something and I thought it'd be a good idea since you've been going through some stuff too." Hayley said as she sat down on the bench next to Demi.

Demi wrapped her arm around Hayley's shoulders. "I knew something was up with you you're not your usual peppy self, and it seems you've lost a few pounds."

"oh you caught that..."

"It's kinda obvious, you could cut diamonds with that collar bone." Hayley smiled slightly, Demi reached in. "What is it honey? What's got you so far down in the slumps that you're not eating?"

"Its not just that." she pulled up her sleeve.

Demi's jaw dropped and she pulled down Hayley's sleeve. Her eyes welled up with tears. "Hayley... Why? What would make you even thinking about harming yourself like this?"

"David."

"David? As in David Henrie?" Hayley nodded. "What did he do?"

"He hit me." she whispered, just audible for Demi to hear.

Demi leant forward and put her head in her hands, then ran her fingers through her hair. It took her a moment to respond. "Why?" she whispered, almost to herself.

"I don't... I don't really know why."

Demi sat up and threw her arms round Hayley. She held her for what felt like hours. She then pulled away holding Hayley at arms reach. "Forget about, like, literally FORGET about him. Erase him from you mind, phone, computer everything... and just don't watch Wizards of Waverly Place."

"Demi, you know how hard that's going to be? To just erase him from my existence?"
"That's how I've started to heal myself, like literally just erasing the 'publicity stunt' that Joe was from head." She smiled. "You can do it honey, you have friends like Me, Cori, Sterling, the rest of the cast. We'll always help you, you're like family."

Hayley took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. she could feel the sun on her face, at almost felt as it was healing her. She opened her eyes back up and looked at Demi. "Thank you, Demi."

Demi smiled as she hugged her friend once more, "You're so welcome Hales, get better."

"You too." She smiled at Demi as left the rehab facility. As she walked back to her truck, she took out her phone and called a familiar number.

"Hey Hales, wasn't expecting you to call!"

"Hey Sterling, I wanted to talk to you, if it's not inconvenient or anything..."

"Oh, it's perfectly fine, I don't mind. Do you want me to meet you at your house?"

"No, I was wanting to see if you wanted to meet at the park, the one we hung out at after... well you know."

"Sure, what time?"

"Thirty minutes sound too early?"

"Um, no. I'll see you there."

"Alrighty, goodbye."

Before Demi deleted her twitter, she posted part of the first verse of the song on there, and it did go unnoticed.

And Demi is not going to rehab in California, she's actually going to rehab somewhere in Illinois. FYI