Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 150 Don't You Feel Like Crying

I take a deep breath and pull over a chair next to Cara's bed. Ok, step 1. Be available.

"Hey, Cara."

"Go away James." God she's JUST like Julia. I glance back Trevor, and he widens his eyes signaling me to proceed.

I sigh.

"Um, the doctor said you aren't having a great day?" I bite the inside of my cheek and wait for Cara to respond.

"I'm in a fucking mental hospital; I'm allowed to have bad days. Now go." She says stubbornly to the wall.

Step 2. Relate to her. Make her feel comfortable.

"Yeah, I hear that." I let out a sigh then laugh a little. "I'm in a fucking mental hospital and I'm not even a mental case."

Trevor rolls his eyes at me. Ok, maybe don't swear next time. But Cara turns around and faces me now, cracking the door open just a little to communication.

"Yeah, you kinda got the short end of the stick when it comes to life, huh?" She wipes her eyes with a frown.

I shrug. I can't think like that. It's a rabbit hole. If I start thinking about all the bad shit and feeling sorry for myself, I'm digging myself deeper and not seeing all the blessings I DO have in my life.

"Maybe. But I'll take the short end of the stick over not having one at all. I almost lost my life so I'm grateful to even have one. So, what's got you bummed out today?" I turn the topic back to Cara.

She sits up in her bed giving me her attention now. She's a mess. Her ponytail is falling out of her hair and she's wearing some old Nate Hollan Tour shirt that looks like it could use a good washing- or burning. Avalon sweatpants that look way too big on her and the hospital grip socks they give us when we first get admitted.

"Why me?"

"Huh?" I furrow my brows.

"Why doesn't Nate have something wrong, yet I do? We're siblings."

Oh, he's got shit wrong all right.... I keep that to myself.

"Why would you think he doesn't struggle with stuff?"

Cara sniffs.

"Look at me, James! Look at my life! Now look at my brother's life! Why do I have to feel like this all the time while he gets to live a celebrity life people would die for. He can't walk outside without adoring fans coming up to him. He gets to travel around the world and show off his talent while I sit here and rot!" she throws her arms up in the air.

I frown not really knowing how to answer this. Trevor threw me in here and I'm not ready. Now I look like an idiot.

"I- I'm not sure. But you are only looking at the positives in his life and the negatives in yours, Cara." I shift in my seat a little. "The man can't catch a break. Sure, he has fans, but he also has paparazzi up his ass the minute he walks outside. He has to put on a mask and fake it when he goes out in public. He can't have a bad day without people knowing about it. Can't slip up without it ending up on the news. The pressure he is under is pretty big. One I can't handle. Management telling him what to say, what to wear, how to act... who to date, PR stunts, and, I have a feeling Nate doesn't have any REAL friends outside of this small group. He will never know if someone is being friends with him to get to his money or if they are genuine. Same goes for relationships. Could you imagine someone pretending they loved you just for your money?"

Cara listens intently.

"Aside from all that, the man can't eat a McDonald's cheeseburger without worrying about dropping from a heart attack. Don't be jealous of your brother, Cara. He doesn't have it made like everyone thinks."