Accidental Love
Taylors POV
-3 weeks later-
It's been 3 weeks since I fainted. I'm still not awake. I'm in some kind of coma, I think. I don't know when I will wake up,
but I've been having flashbacks of when I was littler.
-3 years ago, 14 years old-
I sat by the river, with my best friend, Destiny.
"Taylor.. I'm sorry.." she said.
"What for?"
"I broke my 133 days. I cut last night." She said, crying.
"Destiny.. It's okay.. I swear. I know you cant stay 133 days clean. It's okay. I know."
"Taylor.. thank you. I love you!" She said, I know she meant friend ways.
"I love you too, but it's late.. shouldn't you go home?"
"Yeah, I'll see you .. tomorrow." She said.
With that, she left and I went home.
Little did I know, tomorrow was...
Never.
The next morning I recieved a message. 
It was from destiny. All it said was: "Goodbye, Taylor. I'm sorry."
What did she mean? 
I called her, what, 12 times? 
She was dead. She committed suicide. 
My best friend.
GONE.
-End of flashback-
I start moving a little.
I woke up.
"Taylor?" I looked up and saw my dad.
"Dad...?"
"Yes, honey. It's your dad. I know you just woke up, but you have to go to a mental hospital. We can't take you home."
"What!? No! I want to go home! Dad, please!!!"
"No honey. I'm sorry we have to do this. Its for the best." He gave me a sad smile and walked out. My mom walked in.
"Taylor! My baby..." She said, crying.
"Mom.. Why can't I stay home.. I don't want to go to that hospital.. I'm fine I swear!" 
"Taylor.. you have too.. The doctors are taking you tomorrow. You are only staying in there for the rest of the year. It's October now.. 2 months. If you don't get better then you have to stay there.."
I put my hands over my face. I wish I died. I really wish.
2 hours pass and I am actually really tired from the pills I have to take for now. 
It's 11:00, and I'm leaving for the hospital tomorrow. I hope it's close to home.
I fall asleep into a deep sleep.
-her dream-
"I love you baby!" The mystery man said.
"I love you so so much!" I say back.
I kiss him then I walk into the house. 
"Taylor baby! I'm glad you found 'The One'" My mother said, laughing.
She hands me my dress. My wedding dress. 
I put it on. I love it!
I got a specialist to do my make up and hair.
Next thing I know, I'm walking to my soon-to-be-husband. 
I smile and I walk to him and he takes my hands. 
We say our vows, and he almost kissed me ( but I woke up )
-END-
I wake up wondering who the man in my dream was.. he looked fimiliar..
I sigh and the doctors tell me to get up so we can leave.
There are little kids out there! I have cuts all the way up my arms!
I also have a rope burn on my neck. I sigh and I look in the mirror and I brush my curly blonde hair. 
My eyes are filled with.. regret.
I regret trying to kill myself. It didn't work and I'm stuck in a mental house now!
I take my pills and I wait until they come in. They walk me out the door.
"Mommy! Whats all over her arms? They look like they hurt!"
"What happened! Did you get hurt?"
A lot of other stuff was asked by little kids. I look at their mothers and I half smile. I want to be a mother, honestly.
One of them looked so sad for me.
Why? I'm not anything special.
We go into thr car/ambulance thing and they take me to the mental place. 
We walk in and I already hate it!
I look around and I feel like crying.
I see people with bruises, and I see people with scars.
They are so beautiful, why did they want to hurt themselves?
Someone looks at me and smiles. I smile back. She looks so nice, and pretty.
The doctors talk to the other girl who works here and then tells me goodbye. She walks out. Now I'm stuck here. 
I walk over to that girl. I'm still wearing what I wore when I tried to kill myself. 
A white T-shirt with grey sweat pants. I'm also wearing black vans.
"Hello.." she said, very shy.
'Hi. I'm Taylor." I smile.
"I'm Demi. Nice to meet you!" She says.
"Why are you here? If you don't mind telling me..."
"Oh.. I'm here because of drugs/selfharm.."
"I'm here because I tried to uh.. kill myself.."
"I-I'm sorry.."
"Its fine. So tell me about yourself."
"Oh wow um.. My full name is Demetria Devonne Lovato, I was born in texas... Uh... My dad was a drunk.. he abused me.. umm.."
We talked for hours. Maybe she could be my new best friend. I really think she's nice.
She's leaving when I am too. 
Maybe this won't be so bad, after all.
(A/N: I'm posting another chapter after this.)