The lost kardashian

I'm not that sick

I walked to the table and prepared myself for how awkward this was about to be. I mean, I'm going to sit next to my family who knows, and Demi who also knows even though she's a stranger, well I guess she's not a stranger anymore. I sat down and tried to act normal, that wasn't the easiest.

-We need to talk, my mom wisperd.

-No, we don't, i answerd.

-You are going to theraphy right after this dinner is done. I will follow you there. This is not something you can refuse to do, she said firmly. Is she going to drop a bomb like that and then expect me to act normal after that?

-Well, I'm not going. I don't need help. I'm not going to talk to you, them (i pointed at my family) or a fucking therapist about this. I'm fine mom, I'm fine! I said a little to loud and then left the table. Everybody was staring at me, but I didn't care. I couldn't go to theraphy, I'm not that sick right?

I stood outside the event, with tons of paps screaming and taking photos at me.

-What's wrong?

-Did something happend?

-Why are you not inside eating?

-What do you think about Jennifer Lawrence?

-Smile to the camera Kenza, big smile!

-Where are you going?

-Hey, hey, heeyy, what are you guys doing? Leave her alone, a man said. I had no idea about who this man was, but he was tall, broad shouldred, short hair, and he had a big smile. Of some reason I felt safe with him being here.

-Mike Bayer, nice to meet you, he said and we shaked hands.

-Kenza Kardashian, do you know how to get a taxi here as fast as possible?

-No, but I'm driving a couple of other celebrities to their houses in five minutes, they are probably on their way right now. If you live here (he showed a map on his phone) I can give you a ride too.

-Yes I do, thank you that would be amazing.

-You're welcome, he said with a big smile.

I know you shouldn't trust strangers, but since he's driving other people too it can't be that dangerous. And if I got killed right now I wouldn't mind, I mean at least I don't have to enter theraphy. He opend the car door and I just got in the car, something I would never have done a couple weeks ago, and it's something I have learnt to never do. Whatever. The others came and luckily it wasn't someone I knew and had to talk with, I just wasn't in the mood for it. Mike dropped me off outside my house.

My phone just kept buzzing from messages from my mom and sisters. I didn't want to make them too worried so I just sent a picture of the house and hoped that they would leave me alone. It didn't work. The demons were screaming at me so I decided to cut, what a suprise. I cleaned up the cuts and decided to sleep. I would rather not be awake when my family comes home, I can take that conversation tomorrow instead. It didn't go very well to sleep since the clock was only 8 pm, so I decided to check my phone instead.

"If you are struggeling with something I just wanted to let you know that you can get through it. But you can't go through it alone, you need help from someone, maybe family or friends. Theraphy is also a really good thing, and it's defenetly nothing to be ashamed of. Having problems dosen't make you crazy, it makes you human. Stay strong"

I read Demis new tweet. Is that tweet about me? Maybe. Whatever, I'm not that sick so I don't need help. I fell asleep shortly after that.