A/N: Thanks for the reviews and follows. I appreciate them. Feel free to shoot me suggestions. Who knows, I might add your idea. This is a short update, but it's a good one. I hope you guys enjoy. As always I own nothing but the idea. The song is called "The Gift" by Seether.

My eyes scanned the length of my tour bus hoping to locate another person. Shit. We were alone. Davey didn't look very happy at all. In fact he looked like he wanted to kill me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Wow. Straight to the point.

"I'm going to try and pretend that you didn't just use that tone with me." I responded sharply.

"Look, let's start over." He gestured for me to sit down.

"I'm good. I'll stand. I suspect this wont take long."

"Ok. Fine. The rest of the band and I have discussed this at length. The past year has been hard on you, we know that but the drinking needs to stop. People are noticing and quite frankly Demi you're fucking up your voice. You're not taking care of yourself and without you, we have no band." He looked genuinely concerned.

"Let's not leave out the fact that you haven't seen your daughter in who the fuck knows how long. Do you want her to grow up without you? Selena won't let you near her as long as you keep doing this to yourself..."

"Look I'm going to stop you right there." I interrupted.

"I don't need you or anyone else to tell me how to manage my life. While I find this little talk touching, it's completely unnecessary. I'm fine." If looks could kill he'd be dead right now.

I watched as he studied me for a moment. He looked like he was struggling with what his next words should be. I hoped he chose them carefully.

"Demi, we've already talked to the label and management. They agreed to let you go if you didn't agree to enter treatment." He responded in a low voice.

"Are you threating to fucking fire me?" I was shocked. "My personal life has nothing to do with you assholes!" I was yelling now.

"Like hell it doesn't Demi! Your performances have been half assed for months now. Once it interferes with business it becomes our problem." He yelled right back.

I was furious. I can't tell you possesed me to swing, but I did. I felt the sharp pain as my fist collided with his face. The rest of what happened was a blur. People were shouting and pulling us off of eachother. Before I knew it I was being handcuffed and placed in the back of a police cruiser. The best part was all of the pictures that were being taken. It's probably not the best idea to assault someone at a venue crawling with photographers and writers. Fucking fabulous.

I sat on the bench at the police station waiting to get my mugshot taken. I was so screwed. Once I got done with booking my lawyer and assistant were already getting my bail taken care of. I hid under a hoodie as they escorted me out to a waiting SUV. Paparazzi were everywhere. I knew that I wouldn't be able to "no comment" my way out of this. As soon as the vehicle started moving my phone rang. Fuck, It was management. I knew what they wanted before I even answered the phone. I answered and agreed to meet at the office in L.A. In two days. I had two days to come up with a plan. I didn't even know where to begin.

I caught a red eye to L.A. I figured the sooner I got home the better. The next show was in four days, assuming that the rest of the tour isn't cancelled or postponed. I'm so fucking screwed. Once I boarded the plane and got settled in, I could feel eyes on me. I hate it when people stare. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and took out my journal and decided to write. I needed to calm myself. Unfortunately I couldn't find the words. I literally couldn't write a single thing. What the hell is happening to me? I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window and watched as the city of Pittsburgh disappeared beneath me.

Halfway through the flight I began to hum a melody I couldn't get out of my head. I pulled my journal back out out and immediately started writing.

Hold me now, I need to feel relief
Like I never wanted anything
I suppose I'll let this go
And find a reason I'll hold on to
I'm so ashamed of defeat

And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to get by

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all

I can't face myself when I wake up
And look inside a mirror
I'm so ashamed of that thing
I suppose I'll let it go
'Til I have something more to say for me
I'm so afraid of defeat

And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to defy

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all

Hold me now, I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one I need

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all

Now I'm ashamed of this
Now I'm so ashamed of me

Once I landed and turned my cellphone back on I had several voicemails and texts. The voicemails were from my assistant, my mom and my management firm. I had various texts from friends asking if I was ok and all that other crap. There was one text in particular that caught my attention. It was from Selena.

I need you to get better. Please.

It took everything I had not to breakdown. I wanted to respond, but I had no idea what to say. As I walked trough the terminal I felt numb. I hadn't talked to her in almost 5 months. I climbed into the waiting vehicle and for the first time in forever, I cried. Those seven words completely destroyed me.