Chapter 9: The Princess Dosn't Stand a Chance

The tour ended for me with 3 stops still left on the tour. Disney said I needed to "rest." Which really meant I was sent to Orlando Flordia to get my act together. Get over Nick. Do some publicity stuff and meet and greets and once again become a new and improved cute disney princess. The act that pushed them to the edge was the dying of my plantium blond hair, a dark brown. Nick loved my hair and I felt the need to destroy anything he loved about me. My gutair was thrown to a homeless man on the streets, my converses auctioned on ebay for more than a thousand dollars a pair. All my dozen of song books were strewn across my hotel room the night after I didn't come onstage. I just sat in the same dressing room and cried, people beged me to come out. They threatened me through the locked door that I would lose everything. That my family would lose everything. Didn't they know that I'd already lost everything? That this was just the numb shell of a life-less person stubling through a fantasy life. Everyone tried to convince me to come out, except the one that could either make me want kill myself or make me want to jump into his arms. They threatended me with worthless threats. I was a face of disney even if they dropped me I would still be famous. And if they dropped me I would just have to carter to someone eles's demands. They broke the lock and thats when Disney sent me to "rest." I didn't want to talk to the thepests they forced on me. I don't want to talk about the billions of things that are wrong about my life and I don't want someone pointing out what they think are perks when they have no experience with these "perks" to begin with. I had lost weight because I didn't feel like eating. Nick always loved that I was a size 1-2 and I was slipping fast into a 0. They keep telling me it wasn't healthy but I saw that in their eyes they were happy I was getting skinner. Being skinny ment I could fit into costumes better and just make people feel worse about themselves so they buy magazines to read more about me, I can just see the headline. "Jade Murry the thought to be anoroxic teen superstar going crazy over breakup with long term boyfriend Nick Jonas." Great even thinking his name makes me want to hit something or go take nude photos and post them on the web just to feel apreciated again. I'm right back at square one, the same way Miley was. I made the same mistakes she did, almost exactuly. And didn't I always think I was better than her? Well now shes the Queen and I'm just a princess that dosn't stand a chance.

PS: I won't post the next chapter untill I get one comment at LEAST!

-Jade Murry