{Demi's P.O.V }
"Now if we meet up on the street, I won't be running scared. I'll walk right up to you & put one finger in the air, " I sang.
My Lovatics went wild. They were screaming, jumping, cheering. Some of them were even crying. This is why I do what I do. It's all for my Lovatics.
{Gaby's P.O.V }
I found a rubber band on the floor on my way to the wash room. I contemplated on picking it up or not. I gave in, picked it up & ran to the toilet.
I slammed the door & sat on the sink & let the tears stream down my face. I felt so alone. Everyone here has a family member or friend here & I've been sulking in my room, alone.
I wrapped the rubber band around my wrist & tugged on it. I sat & enjoyed the stinging sensation on my wrist I've missed for the longest time. I moved the band down & tugged on it until my whole arm was red & tingling.
I exhaled a huge sigh realising what I just did to myself. I told myself that I would focus on my recovery & I managed to self harm just less than a week later. Great job, Gab. Just fabulous.
I tried to run my hand under the cold water from the sink but the marks wouldn't leave my skin. I opened the door to see if Lexie was anywhere near.
I dashed to my room & took out a cardigan. No one needed to know what happened.
I decreased the temperature of the air conditioner so that I'd have an excuse as to why I'm wearing a cardigan.
I took out my old notebook & flipped through some of my work. I looked at my sloppy handwriting on some of the pages. I scanned through the poems I wrote when I was really upset & the short stories I wrote out of pure boredom.
I looked at how each paragraph or chapter represented how I was feeling that day & I could re-feel those emotions again when I read through my old work.
I wanted to write a story or poem or something at least once a week & read them once I'm out of this place. I want to make my last story something meaningful & completely different from my first poem which was filled with so much negatively.
But most of all, I want it to be special for Demi.
{Demi's P.O.V }
"Maybe Lovatics can take over the world or something," the audience cheered as I grinned, "and make the world a better place," the ends of my mouth had reached my ears as I smiled at my enthusiastic audience.
I gave a speech on how they can get through their struggles no matter what it is & I was thinking of Gaby. I was thinking about how she was brave enough to go for treatment to get help at such a young age.
I missed her so much. I needed to see her & hear her voice. I needed her by my side to keep me happy, keep me sane, keep me strong.
My love's like a star, yeah, You can't always see me but you know that I'm always there. If you see one shining take it as mine & remember I'm always near. If you see a comet, baby I'm on it
Making my way back home. Just follow the glow yeah, It won't be long. Just know that you're not alone.For you Gab
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I am so sorry for the short chapter that made no sense; I am suffering from extreme PCD! I uploaded some pictures on my Instagram (same username). Feel free to check 'em out.I'll be inactive for the next two weeks cuz exams so pray for me.
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