It's a change {TW story}

A fresh start!

~6 WEEKS LATER~

* Elisabeths p.o.v *

“ Okay, miss. Davidson. You are clean, beautiful and ready to go out and discover the world as a new and refined person! “ I sighed in happiness and relief when my therapist Mr. Miller closed my file and smiled big and happily. He stood up from his big leather chair and signed to me to stand up too. He reached out his big hand over the wooden desk and I shook it. I forced a happy smile, when in reality it felt like he would crush my hand at any second. But after 6 weeks of intense therapy with him, you get used to most things: like the awfully sweet coffee he always offers you, his eyes that sometimes drift apart and it looks like he´s some kinda freaky alien, and the constant coffee stain on his blue tie.

“ Ah, I am going to miss that strong handshake of yours, Elisabeth! “ he said in his strong Boston accent and pointed at me with his index finger.

“ Haha, and I will miss yours, Danny. “ not. He laughed his big and donkey sounding laugh with my think file under his arm. My gaze stayed on it, in there it was all my thoughts, all my confessions and as long as he had that file. I wasn´t as strong as I used to be, I would have a weakness. And to be honest; that scared me.

“ Bye, Barbra! “ I said and waved to the chubby receptionist, she waved happily back and said in a low and raspy voice: ( you know that kinda voice a two pack smoker does. Oh, sorry, EX two pack smoker.)

“ So you are leaving us now, Elisabeth? “ I nodded, and started to back towards the revolving doors,

“ And remember, Elisabeth! If you get angry or sad- “ ,

“ -EAT A CHOCOLADE COVERED STRAWBERRY! … I know, Barb “ I said and winked at her. She smiled goofy and returned to all the papers in front of her. Slightly shaking her head in amusement.

    I smashed my flat door open:

“ I AM OFFICIAL A HAPPY PERSON! “ I cried out and showed Miley the paper I got from Danny, saying I was “cured” .

“ Oh My Flipping God, I have got a friend that is happy and completely clean from drugs... “ she took a dramatic pause, “ AND THAT IS ALSO MY BEST ONE!!! “ she shouted and threw herself at me, still with the wooden ladle in her left hand. We jumped around and laughed, and shouted random stuff for a while before separate and she let me to take all my outdoors clothes of.

“ I hate the London winter weather almost as much as I hate stored bought bread... “ I rolled my eyes at her comment. She had since my treatment started and our move to London, been all crazy about food and she bakes like all day! And I mean literally all day, she works at this little ( but rather popular ) bakery called The Well Bread Bakery. I know, catchy name.

“ We should call your mom, my mom and dad, and off course Logan so we can have a huge and all fancy dinner.. You know, to celebrate all your hard and good work! “ I nodded,

“ It´s a perfect idea! I will call mom and Logan right away! “ I grabbed the telephone on the counter and dialed my moms number.

“ Why can´t we ring that Nathan guy you where with? He´s nice... “ my mom had just picked the phone up,

“ Sorry mom. “ I said and hung up. No, we can´t invite Nathan... or maybe we can? I am much more healthy and we are actually still very good friends.

“ C´mon, Elli! Call the guy. “ I nodded with my lips in a thin line. What can go wrong, aye?

“ Hello? This is Ariana? “ an American girl answered. I knew who she was. I had seen her and Nathan together all over the internet. That was partly the reason I tried to get help with my eating-disorder and my drug and alcohol problems. I wanted to be as pretty and delicate as her...