You're Magnificent (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

You're Magnificent (Chapter 35)

{Demi's P.O.V }

"What're you saying?" I spoke into the phone. "I'm saying that we should see other people," he sighed. "But why?" I was on the verge on tears.

"Because you hardly talk to me or even want to be with me. You're always with her," he spoke.

"Her?," I was mad, "HER? LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, ASSHOLE, SHE'S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME, ALRIGHT? SHE MEANS THE FUCKING WORLD TO ME! MY LIFE GOT MORE INTERESTING WITH HER IN THE PICTURE & IF YOU CAN'T ACCEPT THAT-" The line was cut off.

I threw my phone aside & screamed. Why would he do this? Why me? Why now? There's someone else. I know there is. But I give up. I'm not gonna waste my time trying to get back at him.

I walked down the corridor to the ward where Gaby was laying unconscious & where the Adams are probably scheming again. Memories of her suicide attempt flooded my mind as I stared at her laying there, motionless. I held my hand over my mouth & started crying.

I walked up to the bed & held her hand. "Please don't leave me," I sobbed. Nothing. I was hoping for her to hear me in her unconscious state & wake up, like in the movies but nothing.

I shut my eyes again & allowed more tears to stream down my face. I felt a tingling feeling in my palm. I looked down to see Gaby's fingers moving to grip my hand tighter. Her eyes opened when she held my hand firmly in hers.

The Adams rushed over to the bed & stared at her. "Gaby, honey, are you okay?"Mrs Adams asked as her hand moved towards her right where Gaby & I were holding hands.

She placed her hands on top of ours & I felt her fingers trying to pull our hands apart but Gaby held my hand tighter. I guess Mrs Adams took that as a sign to back off.

"Can someone get me my glasses?" Gaby asked. I chuckled at her statement while picking up her spectacles from the bedside table. "What?" She looked confused. "You wake up in a hospital after fainting & the first thing you ask for is your glasses," I grinned, "Only you, Gab. Only you."

I turned around to see a doctor walk into the ward. "Miss Gabriella, am I right?" She asked. Gaby nodded. "Who's the parent?" She asked. "We are!" Mr Adams yelled. I shot him a death glare. "We all are," he rephrased his earlier statement.

"Ah well, we're going to need to run some tests so if you could all leave for a couple of minutes that would be great," she flashed her pearly whites.

"Can't you allow one person to stay? I'm scared of being alone," Gaby whimpered. "Alright who would you-"

"Demi!" She smiled. The Adams were not happy.

*A few hours later*

"You okay?" Gaby spoke up. I turned to look at her, "I thought you were asleep," "I can't. Don't know why so I've been watching you for the last 40 minutes," she grinned. "Wow," I mouthed.

"You look upset. Is everything okay?" She questioned. "No. Not really," I sighed, "Nick dumped me," "What why?" She sat up. "He said he was jealous (pun intended) of all the time I was spending with you but I suspect that there's someone else," I looked down at my fingernails.

"I am so sorry, honey," she pulled me in for a hug while I rested my head on her shoulder. Within seconds, I began to cry. She rubbed my back & held me tightly as I cried.

"It's okay. Everything's gonna be alright," she continuously cooed. She was so patient, sitting there, letting me rant & cry, providing a shoulder to cry on without being irritated or judging me. It's hard to find people like her.

Moments later, the doctor walked in again, "She seems alright so you're goodto go, missy," "Oh thank you," Gaby stood up, "This place is too clean for me,"

"Wait, what happened? Why'd she black out earlier?" I asked. "Well it's her body. Apparently it's not been receiving a proper balance of food & it kinda went haywire," she explained.

"Proper balance of food," I repeated, turning to look at Gab who was now desperately peeling the skin off of her fingers for who knows what reason.

"Is there anything else you would like to know?" The doctor asked. "No thanks, we're good. Thank so much, again, for everything. We really appreciate it," Gaby quickly interjected

"My pleasure," the doctor smiled before leaving.

"What the fuck does she mean by not receiving a proper balance of food?" I asked. "I really don't want to talk about it," she sighed.

"I think we kinda have to. You're a 15 year old girl in rehab!" I exclaimed. "Drew Barrymore went to rehab when she was 13 if I'm not wrong," she spoke. "Do I look like I'm talking about her? You need to stop being so stubborn. Yes, I know it's hard but you won't ever recover at the rate you're going. I want you to recover & be healthy more than anything in the world. I love you," I exhaled.

She smiled at me before taking in a breath, "What time is it?" "6:47. Why?" I asked. "I have to be back at the centre by 7," she reminded.

"You sure you okay?" I asked once more. "I'm fine," she pulled me in for a hug, "I'll miss you," "Me too," I rubbed her back.

She let go of me & walked towards the doors of the treatment centre. "Stay strong!" I yelled. "You too! I love you!" She yelled back before walking into the centre. "I love you too," I muttered before walking back to my car.

{Gaby's P.O.V }

"That's all you guys did?" Connor asked. I nodded in response. "Does your head hurt?" Ralph asked. I squinted my eyes & furrowed my brows at him. "Y'know, from fainting?" He asked.

"No but I forgot your name. Robert was it?" I asked in a joking manner. "Very funny, Gertrude," he mocked.

"So what happened in this unhappening little glade?" I asked, adding a Maze Runner reference to my question.

"Same old. Nothing new. Connor wore different boots today, that's all," Ralph replied. "Noooo! Connor, how dare you change your boots when I'm not here to witness them," I held my hand to my chest, pretending to be insulted.

"Because I didn't Ralph to steal it," he replied, jokingly. We burst into a laughing fit causing the people sitting around us in the cafeteria to look at us.

"These people look like they've never had fun in their lives before," Connor stated, "Why do they turn around & stare at those who know how to have fun?" "You really wanna say that here?" Ralph asked, making him rethink his statement. "Whoops," he shrugged.

Connor's statement got me thinking about the dream earlier & what Demi said to me in the hospital. I really do want to get better. No matter how hard I try, I know that what I really want is to be happy again, not remain damaged.

I can do this. I'll make out out of her. No lies this time. 100% recovery .

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Guys I literally have no talent. All of my friends are either great at singing, acting, dancing, drawing or academic shit. All except me. I can do neither of them. I pretty much feel useless y'know?

But whatevs. 13 days until I see the queen! OMG I AM SO EXCITED! HOPEFULLY DEMI THROWS SOMETHING INTO THE AUDIENCE & I CAN CATCH IT & BRING IT HOME & FRAME IT UP NEXT TO MY BED.

That my friends is what happens when I get excited so excuse me.

Anywhore, don't forget to comment & vote. I love you. Thank you so much for all the support & I'll see you soon.

Stay precious