I wake up, but don't open my eyes. I hear beeping, but I don't understand. Where am I? Why am I here? Then it comes back to me; theater class, Demi, me running, the voice, and cutting. I open my eyes and look at my wrist. It is all bandaged up. I look around and all I see is white. I see white walls, white beds, and a whole lot of white people. I hear someone get up from the other side of the room. I turn my head and see her…

I immediately get butterflies in my stomach, but then wonder why she is here. I say, "Is that really you?"

I thought she would put on her huge smile, but she doesn't. She then says, "It's really me."

I get more confused and say, "I can't believe it… What's wrong?"

She shakes her head and says, "Do you know how badly you scared me? We have been here for three hours praying that you'd wake up."

I don't understand this at all. "Why are you here? Didn't you come to theater to speak to us about dealing with our past emotions and using them to our advantages?"

She shakes her head and says, "No. A while back your theater teacher sent me a video of you singing my songs. When I saw it I got swept off my feet, you're so talented." I smile. "I was so excited to tell you that my record label wanted to sign you and that you would get to spend the week with me in LA to try it out, but then I noticed the cuts on your wrist." My stomach immediately drops. I finally had that big of an opportunity and I blew it. "And when you ran out of the room, I got scared that you would cut, so I ran after you."

It all makes sense now, "Wait that was you?" She nods her head. I feel like worse than crap now. I say, "I'm sorry."

She shakes her head and says, "Don't say sorry to me. I'm not the one you need to be sorry to. Your family is the one you need to be sorry to"

My stomach instantly drops even lower than before. This is going to be so hard... My family in a way is my everything. Sure we might fight all of the time but they are always there. I instantly start thinking of what I can make of an excuse. They never even knew about my cutting before. I think my dad has had speculations about my eating habits, but still. Then it hit me and I say, "I wasn't trying to kill myself."

Demi's POV

I feel so bad for this girl. I wish I could help her, but now she is in denial. How does she not think she tried to kill herself? I immediately say, "What?"

She turns her head and looks at a picture her mom put on her bedside drawer, she put it there when she got here. It is of some old lady, "That picture right there, it's the last one of my grandmother. She dies two and a half years ago."

I shake my head and say, "I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. But what does that have to do with why you are here?"

She pauses and responds, "Because she's the reason why I did it. I love her so much and remembering her was just too much. I honestly didn't want to die, I haven't cut in such a long time, and then something reminded me of her."

I immediately think that's a good reason. Not that self harm is good, but she was just coping not trying to do anything. "I remember when my grandfather died, I did the same thing. But keep going."

"That's all there really is to it. I guess I hadn't done it in so long that I forgot how far I could go. I've been told I have sensitive skin."

I roll my eyes, "You cut in a vein..." At that exact moment in time I hear a screech, it's Jalizza's friend. I think her name starts with a Jay to, but they call her birdie?