A/N: This chapter is short on purpose. The next few chapters will continue to be told from Selena's point of you. You guys are gonna hate me as we get further in this story. Lol. I can't wait. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the follows,reviews, and likes.

I honestly have no idea how I'm going to do this. The past two weeks have completely destroyed my sanity. I have never felt so abandoned. As I look at the ugly purple fingerprints that grace my neck, I realize that I don't know the person that put them there. How did this happen? I remember the rage burning in her eyes. In all the years I had known her, that's a side of her I had never seen. I knew it was there. She punched a back up dancer and went after paparazzi, but this was something else entirely. Her hands have never touched me this way. Her hands have never left bruises.

After she left my house, she dissappeared. That was a week ago. I was a mess. I couldn't stop crying. My mom had to take Stella. I was in no condition to take care of her. Everyone was in shock. They couldn't believe that Demi would do something like this. It was so unlike her. Her mom was furious. After everything Demi has done, I'm still worried sick about her. No one knows where she is. For all we know she could have accidentally killed herself or even worse, done it on purpose. I felt sick. Wouldn't I know if she was dead? Wouldn't I feel it? Why couldn't I feel her?

When we got married 9 years ago, I never thought that we would end up like this. After 7 years of marriage we divorced. After nearly 2 years of being separated and miserable, I thought I found her again. She was doing so well. I didn't realize how fragile she was. I never imagined she would spiral so far out of control. I never thought she'd hurt me like this. She cut me to the core. It's literally painful for me to breathe. Walking out of that hospital room was harder than anything I've ever done. When I filed for divorce, I never really thought she'd sign the papers. When she did, I was devastated. Walking out of that hospital was different. She didn't even try to stop me. She barely looked at me. I feel like I've failed her in every way. I wasn't strong enough.

Letting her go is not something that I'm entirely sure I can do. I don't even know where to start. The very idea brings me severe panic attacks. The only thing that I know for sure is, I need to find her. I need to look into her eyes and know that she's still breathing. I need to hear her voice. I need her to touch me with her hands. I need her to heal these bruises. I laid down in my bed and cried until I fell asleep.

I woke up at almost noon and noticed that my mail had come. As I sifted through the pile there was an envelope that caught my attention. The handwriting was hers. I frowned when I realized there was no return address. I took a few moments to try and prepare myself for what could be in that envelope. Once I gathered the courage to open it, I carefully tore the edge off and pulled out a slip of paper.

Selena,

You are free.

D

That's all it said. Nothing else. No answers, no explanations. Not even a fucking apology. I felt angry. I crumpled the piece of paper and let it fall to ground. Several tears followed it. Free from what Demi? You? Hardly. I cried harder. Why did I have to love someone that was so unpredictable and damaged? Why was it so damn impossible for me to just walk away and feel nothing?

I went back upstairs into what used to be our bedroom. It hasn't been our bedroom for a long time. It still looked like our bedroom. I opened the closet an decided that her clothes were the first thing to go. I started grabbing them and throwing them into the middle of the floor. Once I had all of her clothes out of my closet I grabbed armfuls of them and headed down to the music room. I wasn't sure what I was going to with them long term, but for now I didn't want to see them. I threw them on top of the piano and headed upstairs for the next batch. I slowly but surely went through my entire house until everything that belonged to her was in that damn room. The only things I didn't take down were the pictures. I couldn't do that to Stella. It wasn't fair to her. As I looked around the house, I felt strange. The best way to describe how I felt was relief. I had been carrying her around with me for all these years. I never realized how heavy our relationship had become. I took one last look in the music room before I shut the door and locked it. As I walked away I promised myself never again.