I sit in my therapist Kerri's office awkwardly listening to the loud tick-tock of the clock. It's been about two months of me seeing her every week but I haven't really opened up to her. My mom has always said, "People only get the help they need if they are willing." Well I've been asking for damn help and nothing is happening from her!

After about five minutes in silence Kerri finally says, "How are you feeling?"

I think for a minute and then say, "Fine, and yourself?"

"Remember we aren't here to make chit-chat or talk about me, we are here to make sure you don't relapse!" I nod my head. "Now you have recovered at a very rapid pace. I know that some people are worried about this."

I shake my head and say, "Ma'm with all due respect I don't think that person has a clue what she is talking about. My mom knows nothing about the diseases I face everyday."

"It's not your mom who has come to me." She then changes the subject and says, "You've told me you become attached to people very quickly but then push them away just as fast after. Why is that?"

I shrug my shoulders and say, "I guess it would be because I'm afraid of loosing them."

"But why is that?"

"I guess it's because of the way I was brought up. My family wasn't always the most open. Sure they would always be there if I ever truly need them, but when I tried talking to them about my problems they would just roll their eyes and tell me I was being dramatic and was overexagerating. So then I guess the problems those girls caused it made me have a constant guard up."

"I can tell what those girls did really effected you. You don't talk about what really happened that often, what did?"

"Well they were always mean even before I befriended them. They would ruin my clothes and make fun of me. When Katelyn befriended them they started being nice. But I was always the long wolf. Through time they started treating me badly again. Next thing I knew they ended their friendship with Katelyn. They never told me to end mine to, but I was kinda just expected. I distanced myself from Katelyn though because then the girls started making fun of me. But once they started bullying Katelyn I couldn't take it anymore. I would try to fight back but it would only get worse for the both of us. I remember over I think February break, we had gotten into a really bad fight. I went to the park because I thought it was my fault that our friendship was over so I wanted to make it up to them. That was a huge mistake, for five hours straight all they did was yell at me and told me how much of a horrible person I was. From that day forward the abuse I got from them only worsened. Eventually it got bad enough that I exploded on them. I haven't talked or seen them since."

"Wow. It sounds like it really effected you."

"It did. They made me feel like I wasn't worth anything. I started believing everything they had said to and about me. It has taken me so long to finally love myself again."

"It plays into what we were talking about before, correct?"

"Yeah now I'm afraid of getting super close to people because I never know if they'll turn on me."

"But that's apart of life. People come and go. You never know who your true friends are until you lose everything and they're still there."

"So I have none then?"

"What about Demi? Last time I checked she's the only one outside of your family who has stuck by you."

"She is not my friend. She is my sister. In a way she has been there for me more than my actual family has."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because my family will never understand me. Even after everything, they still don't get why I am who I am. Even after all the group therapy, they don't. I get heated just thinking about it. They are one of the reasons I'm here today after all. They always used to imply that I'm fat and to stop eating. Even when I stopped eating, got skinny and lost 30 pounds; they would encourage me to keep going. My brother is the worse out of all of them. He just never knows when to stop. Even today he told me to go kill myself. Sometimes I wish I could never see them again and live with Demi again. But she's twenty one and has a life. She doesn't need to worry about a teenager never mind one that's as screwed up as me."

"But that's what family is for. I don't think you living with Demi would be the worse possible thing."

"No, I'm too much for her to handle. She's still going through her own stuff. Plus we go on tour together in a few months anyways. As soon as my album drops we are gone."

"Are your parents going with you?"

I laugh, "No they offered but I don't need the added pressure. This is my first time on the road so I'm actually excited. Plus I'll have Eddie and Lisa to put me into my place if things get out of hand. In a way Demi's team and my team have kinda combined."

"It seems like Demi has played a huge part in your career. Do you think one day you'll resent her?"

"I don't know. She's what has gotten my career started, without her there would be no me. Practically all my fans are her's to. Maybe some day I will wanna be completely independent and go solo. But until then, I'm gonna be thankful and continue to work hard. The new album drops in a few weeks."

"Wow that's a pretty good explanation. Can you tell me more about the album?"

"Well there are a few pop ones that get stuck in my head. Then there are a bunch that are just raw and emotional. I tried making it inspiring but still fun to listen to. This might sound off base for me but I kinda aimed for something like Beyonce."

"It seems like you are inspired by strong women."

"I definitely am. For so long I was weak and had no voice but now I'm stronger."

"If you could describe your life with songs, what would they be?"

"I absolutely have no clue. My life has been so crazy. Probably songs like Fighter, Stronger and Skyscraper. Songs that are played to empower people." My mind is still wondering who is worried about me. "So do you mind if I ask who is concerned about me?"

Kerrie shakes her head and says, "Sorry that is confidential." I roll my eyes, figures. It's stupid how she won't tell me something when it is about me. She looks at the clock that is still going tick-tock and says, "Well that is an hour and I have someone in five minutes." I nod my head and close the door behind me. I then sit in the waiting room as I wait for my brother to text me that he is here to pick me up.