Being a Fake Celebrity

Chapter 18

"Hey."

"I'm sorry."

"For what, babe?"

"For letting you down with the wedding."

"It's ok. How are you?"

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I don't know. Better, I think. I know I should have called you but I didn't know what to do, so I shut everyone down."

"It's ok. I understand. I talked to your mother every day. I know you are a strong woman and I trusted you that you're doing the best you can to grieve in peace."

"It was the only way I knew. When I saw everyone's face that day I was more terrified than ever. I don't want to see that again."

"I know that you spoke with a doctor the whole time."

"Yes. We made a connection. He was the only one I could trust not to look at me in that way. He talked normal and acted normal, I don't know, I guess it's part of his job, but I didn't felt uncomfortable around him."

"And now?"

"This is my first phone call, so I guess I'm ready to face the world."

"I saw you tweeted something too."

"Yes. Sam always told me how supportive is everyone on twitter and I felt that I should tweet something."

"You made big steps today."

"I was terrified of coming back but it felt normal. I don't feel uncomfortable talking to you about everything, even though it still hurts."

"I can't imagine what you felt in that moment. I'm here for everything you need, ok? You are loved and that love will heal in time that wound."

"I know. I'm grateful for that every day of my life. So, how's the planning going?"

I change the subject. I do not want her to suffer for me. I suffer enough.

"Good 'till now. But I didn't find a wedding dress and I'm starting to freak out!"

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm in LA. I can't decide what I want."

"Do you want me to come?"

"YES. I didn't want to ask but if you asked....of course I want. I need you here to help me fix this mess."

I laugh. "What about today? I'm sure you need to be in New York as soon as possible."

"Yes. I do but I can't leave LA now without a dress."

"What about you being here in an hour to pick me up?"

"Sounds excellent. I'm so excited."

"Me too. See you later."

"See ya later."

We hang up. I have an hour to get ready. I take a quick shower. I choose my clothes: a black shirt and jeans. As I fix my hair I realize that it's been a while since I have done all of this things. I am not scared to go out anymore. I look in the mirror and see a different Demi now. She is more mature and she lived so many things. Her eyes are still sad but she smiles.

I call Sam, the doctor. We talked for five minutes. He was proud of me that I made this step and I promise him to call him when I get back home to tell him everything. He became my best friend and my therapist in the moment that I woke up. I knew that he took care of me while I was in coma and I felt that he will take care of me from then on.