This was it.
The first day, back from rehab.. a start for my new life. I was bipolar, well.. I still am.. but I am on the road to recovery and I've even forgotten about - wait.. what am I talking about? How could I forget the pain in everybody's eyes, the racing beats in my tight heart, and the majority of days I felt sick with guilt and frustation? No, I couldnt.
Something inside of me still rung out, like there was still that troubled teenager.. but I couldnt let it out.. not like last time.
I'm back at school. Its scary. I expected everyone to stare at me, and they did, indeed. I felt urged to ask them what their problem was, but instead I walked on with my head held high.
"OOOO! Lookin' good Demi!" a very familiar voice chanted behind me.
"Selena!" I cried with joy, I gave her a quick, friendly hug. I never wanted to let go, I wanted my old life back so badly. Selena eventually pulled me off of her. "Sorry." I whispered looking down, "I missed you."
"Demi, I've been brutually worried! I felt like.. like, .. dying for you!" Selena spluttered. I gave her an awkward look.
"Sorry.." she said worriedly. "I-I-I take it back!"
"Selena, its ok." I replied. Selena was such a worrier, and I loved it! "So where is Miley?"
"Oh." Selena looked down, "I dont nessercerily speak to Miley anymore..." Selena took a deep breath, "Shes, um.. changed."
"Oh, okay." I said feeling sad as Miley was one of my best friends, but how could I do that to Selena?
"You can still talk to her..." Selena smiled anxiously.
