Did you Forget?

Being Normal

The very next day, the doctor told me I was free. He told me that I didn't have to stay in the hospital any longer. I cheered and packed my purse and anything else Taylor had brought for me. Just as I was about to walk out the door, it hit me. Where was I going to go? I sat back down on my bet and stared at my phone. Who could I call? Everyone hated me except Taylor, who was probably snogging Harry somewhere. 

I sighed and scrolled through the long list of contacts that I had. I didn't know over half the names and the other half wouldn't speak to me. I decided, if Taylor was with Harry, I was still going to call her. So that's what I did, and on the fourth ring, a very sad sounding Taylor answered.

"Hello?" She practically cried into the phone.

"Hey, Taylor. What's the matter?" I asked kindly as I could. This is defiantly the first time I've tried to help someone after a break up. That I remember at least.

"Oh, Darla!" She seemed to be startled that it was me and quickly tried to sound happier. "What do you need?"

"First, answer my question." I stated.

"How about I come over and talk about it with you?" She asked calmly.

"Um, well, I was actually calling because I don't have to stay in the hospital anymore and I was hoping you knew where I could stay?"

It took a moment before Taylor answered, "Why not at the apartment you are renting here in L.A?"

"I..am?" I asked quietly.

"OH MY GOSH, I'm sorry Ariel!!! I'm just so out of it and I can't think straight and-" She was cut off by her own sobbing.

"Its fine," I soothed. "Do you mind giving me a ride there?"

"Of coarse!"

*******

A short while later, I was sitting in Taylor's Limo, and totally in shock. It was huge! I have seen pictures of limos but have never actually been in one! Or...so I thought.

"So...you want to tell me now?" I asked for about the sixth time since she had picked me up.

"Not until we get to your place!" She said again as she wiped her eyes again.

I grunted and looked out the window. It was a beautiful day and the streets where busy. People seemed to hardly notice a huge limo was driving beside them. It was as if it wasn't unusual. We suddenly slowed down and I hoped we were there. Then I saw it. A beautiful hotel that looked very expensive, with a crowd of people in front of it. They all had camera's and seemed to be waiting until someone pointed to our car.

"Oh crap, the paparazzi!" Taylor groaned.

"What do they want?" I asked as a million cameras had started going off when the door opened.

"To talk to you," she stated then stepped out.

It was as if she was eaten by the crowd! I couldn't even see the top of her head. I knew she had her body guard, just as I had mine, and she was completely safe. Yet, I was still scared. I stepped out and took one last look at the sun before people surrounded me.

"Darla! Would you explain what has happened?"

"Darla! Is it true you don't remember?"

"Darla! Are you going to the award ceremony next week?"

These where only a few of the questions I heard. When I finally reached the doors, and they were shut behind me, I began to sob. Taylor tried to comfort me but it was no use. I hated being stuck like this. I hated being a bitch but not knowing it. I hate people asking questions about my personal problems, just so they can post it for the whole world to see.

Taylor slowly walked me to the elevator, where we went to the top floor. The tears continuously streamed down my face and she patted my back. She took my purse and found a key and opened the door. I gasped.

It was the biggest room I had ever seem. the walls were a nice cream color and the lighting was low, perfect for my sensitive eyes. The rugs where red with fancy designs on them, the bed was huge, and the closet...it was filled with clothes I never thought I would own. Like, we are talking million dollar dresses. I had so much clothes, that they didn't fit in one closet. There was a closet upstairs. Yes, there was two floors but it was all open so if you stood by the door, you could see everything. There was a kitchen by the stairs and upstairs was a lounging area. The wall by the lounge area was made of glass so I had a spectacular view. This was a dream room.

Taylor laughed as my tears went away and I jumped on the huge bed. "This is the life," I smiled.

Taylor smiled too, "believe me, its not even the nicest room you've had."

She came and sat beside me and that is when I started questioning her again.

"Alright, why were you crying?"

She sighed but gave in. "I broke up with Harry. Well, it was more like a fight and we just ended it."

I pulled her in for a hug and we sat in silence for a moment. Then, I looked in the garbage can.

"What. Is. That?" I asked staring at it.

Taylor laughed. "That, my friend, is a con-"

"I KNOW WHAT IT IS!" I shouted before she finished. "Does that mean I'm not...I'm not..."

Taylor laughed and pulled me in for another hug. "Lets take baby steps okay?"

I nodded then went to one of my closets to try on clothes. I pulled out a long orange gown and pulled it on. It was a perfect fit so I walked out to show Taylor. She frowned so I decided to find another one. I took a pink frilly one and smiled as it also fit me beautifully. Taylor, again, gave me a thumbs down so I changed on more time. It was a golden, sparkly, gown that went down to the floor. It was beautiful. I showed Taylor and she absolutely loved it.

"Okay, so we found you a pretty dress, now what are you going to do with it?" She asked.

"Where it to an ward ceremony," I shrugged.

"How did you know about that?"

"Some reporter asked if I was going," I said as I fixed my hair in the mirror.

"Uh-uh. No way. You cried after a little incident with the Paparazzi. There will be, like, ten times the amount there as there was here. There is no way we are going." She stated.

"Fine," I said. I wasn't going to argue.

She then ran to the TV and look for a movie.  I caught what she was implying so I went and made popcorn, which took me a while because I couldn't find the popcorn. We ended up watching a Disney movie called the Jungle Book. Neither of us felt like watching anything else, and when the movie ended, Taylor put in another one and agreed to stay the night. We slept in a pile of pillows from all around the room and used the blankets from the huge bed.

I have to admit, this was the first time since I woke up with eight years gone, that I have felt like myself. The twelve year old girl that I am. I was doing something normal with a normal person adn just being normal. And I loved it.