Declan and I had been together for almost three months, Kai being back for two of them. I could see Declan's patience getting tested whenever Kai and I walked into school together, and Kai getting angry whenever I went out with Declan. They would learn to live with each other, right? What if they didn't? I suppose things would just have to go with the flow.

"ALINA! What in the world are you doing?" Kai had walked into my room, surveying over the mess that was now growing on the floor. I had moved everything that was blocking the spiraling steps to the other side of the room, still trying to work my way up. "Well, all of my stuff is up there, and I haven't used it in a long time. I thought I would start up again, ya know?"

"Oh, yeah. That violin and dance thing? You still have all that crap? You know what happened last time….." I sighed and threw a pillow at him. "I'll be fine. That wont happen again. I wont let it. " He threw the pillow back at me, missing me by an inch. "How do you know! That's what you said last time! This isn't something you can control, Alina. And I know you haven't been doing well at all sense you came here. It isn't something that I would miss. But your boyfriend Declan sure seems-" I was furious. He was NOT bringing this up again. "Don't you dare say anything about Declan! It isn't his business, and he doesn't need to know! If you say ANYTHING to him, I swear to god….." He looked a little hurt that I was trying to protect Declan..

"I'm sorry, alright? I already bother him enough, and I don't want to bother him anymore."

"Isn't that what a relationship is about? Trust? Whatever Alina. I just don't want to see you get hurt again. I'll let it go for now, but any more fainting spell then you're going straight to the hospital. Then Declan will have to find out. " Ugh why did he think that just because I was starting dance again, that something would happen? I was fine, whether he wanted to believe it or not.

I would never do that again. Because, nobody wants to kiss someone who has vomit in their teeth.

I had finally gotten everything out of the way and cleaned up. By the next weekend, I was ready to dance. The familiar feeling of my body moving fluently, and my hair fanning out when I spun: it was amazing. I felt like I could fly.

My dance history wasn't something I liked to talk about, considering that A.) I got so paranoid about how I looked and whether the guys would be able to lift me or not, I ended up being diagnosed with Bulimia. But that was caused by other things too. B.) It was just embarrassing. I don't know why, but it was. It was something that was only for me to experience, and I didn't want anyone else butting in on it. Sense I focused mainly on ballet, I was almost a pro at it. And at 16 going on 17, there were always letters coming in the mail for recruitment.

This was the only thing that my mother seemed to take interest in. If I was giving her publicity within her social circle, then I was her best friend. You have no idea how many times she tried to get me to wear colored contacts or to dye my hair. It was starting to get ridiculous. Once she found out that I was dancing again….Damn. Just…..damn.

I was feeling light, lighter than ever. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing, going back to the way I used to be. Maybe….It would make me stronger.