Scars (Madison De la garza fanfic)

Bye bye home and hello Treatment

Maddie POV:

I said goodbye to everybody and headed to the airport with Mom and Dad. We took off and landed in Chicago where Demi treatment was. We took a Cab to timberland knolls. As we got there I saw a other girl entering with tears on her eyes and a suitcase. I entered and saw the workers ready to hand mom a paper to fill out. After she finished they showed me my room. Just 2 bed a window a beside bed table and a table to sit and work on stuff I guess. No bathrooms for reasons.

Then I had to hug my parents goodbye and then I started to unpack my suitcase. Mom left with tears in her eyes. I opens the drawers and started placing my clothes inside. Then a other girl entered the room. Blonde hair she was skinny and just went into her drawer grabbed her books and started writing. She didn't even care if I was here.

"Hi " I said. No response. " ok nevermind". I said and continue with my clothes. Until one of the workers came in and asked for me. "Madison Delagarza"they said and the other girl started to look over at me. "Yea that's me" I said. "When your done unpacking I'm gonna show your around the place"she said. "You Madison Delagarza aren't you related to lovato"she said. "Yea I am " I said. "OMG I never though you were like Demi everyone saw you as a perfect lucky girl to have demi as a sister "she said. "Oh thanks and your are" I asked. " I'm Emma, Emma Parker"she said. "Hello Emma you can call me Mad for short and I'm gonna go for my tour so talk to you later" I said and exit the room.

Finally a girl I can talk to but I wanna get to know her better before I even start. After my tour around this place kinda made me felt like I'm in a hotel but not really a hotel but the rooms are nice and cozy and it is treatment but it's a nice welcoming place which I like, better then home.

Yea sure I was mad to be here but this might be good for me I do want to get better but I also want to cut and cry whenever I start to feel crazy inside of all the emotion that I bottle up until it explodes. Maybe being stubborn will make me stay longer...

"Hey Emma so how old are you" I said and walked into her reading a book. "Oh I'm 14"she said. "Oh I'm 12 turning 13 in a few months"I said. "So I know you might not open up to me but I feel like I can talk to you like open up I wanna know why your here I'm here for self harm and eating disorder"she said. "Aw that's sweet and same here but I'm here for almost the same expect when I get so done and tired of everyone bullshit I always go for pills to make me fall asleep and stuff"I said.