The Letters: A Dance Moms Fanfiction

Nia Sioux Frazier: Bipolar Disorder, Letter 1

Narrator POV:

Johnson threw Paige's letters back into the box and pushed himself away from his desk. He held his head in his hands, his mind swirling with depressing thoughts.

Why did this young girl feel so insecure about herself that she felt she needed to starve herself?

A knock on his office door jolted Johnson from his thoughts. He regained his composure quickly before walking over to the door, unlocking it, and opening it to find his partner, Lewis, standing on the other side.

"It's lunch hour. I think you need a little break. You've been reading those letters for a good three hours and I can tell if you read any more, you might explode." Lewis comforted.

Johnson nodded in agreement, not even bothering to answer with words. He shut his office door before following Lewis to the elevator at the end of the hall. Without any words, the two men entered the old and slightly unstable contraption and traveled downstairs to the main area of the police station. They passed a couple of coworkers before making it outside to Lewis's squad car. Johnson took passenger seat and Lewis was driver, and soon, the two had arrived at Chile Verde to eat before heading back on the case.

Lewis stirred his straw through his Coke before asking,"How are the letters treating you?"

"It's eating me alive on the inside." Johnson admitted. "I hate that these kids were so insecure about themselves that they felt the need to take their lives. And what upsets me even more is the fact that some of the parents of the kids didn't care, like Mackenzie's mother. Why did this have to happen to these innocent teenagers?"

Lewis shook his head and sighed, understanding every bit of his partner's feelings. "That's how I feel also. It doesn't seem fair that these kids had to go through what they did. And in the end, they couldn't seem to pull through."

Johnson agreed. He wished that he could have done something for them.

But he was too late to be of any help.
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After an emotional lunch, the two men headed back to the station to continue working on the case of the seven dead girls. Lewis headed off to the forensics department to help observe the bodies of the girls while Johnson moped his way back to his office to continue reading the letters.

When he arrived, Johnson shut and locked his door like he had done previously and walked back to his desk. There sat the open box of letters, waiting to be opened and waiting to reveal their secrets.

Johnson plopped down in his leather chair before reaching into the small box and grabbing the fifth girl's set of letters.

I only have a little bit longer, he thought to himself. He turned the first letter over and read the title:

Nia Sioux Frazier: Bipolar Disorder, Letter 1

Johnson wasted no time in pulling out the letter from the envelope. Without hesitation, he unfolded the paper and began to read:

Dear Diary,

When I was younger, I used to be able to control my emotions. I could make myself be happy or force myself to cry or laugh. I could do it with ease.

But now I have no control of them or even of my own life for that matter.

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was 11. My family started to see that something was wrong when I suddenly went from being happy at my birthday party to bawling my eyes out in terror and sadness. The transition of my feelings had come so quickly and then, the sadness had gone as fast as it appeared. It was strange, especially for a normally happy eleven year old girl.

Ever since that day, my feelings had been out of control. One minute I was happy, then I was sad, then I was terrified, and then I was happy again. I was miserable and everyone could see it.

So after having an episode of my emotions changing at school, my parents thought I should go to a doctor. And we did. Then it was at that point that I had been diagnosed with a bipolar disorder.

I had gotten medication for it and it helped to keep my emotions in check. But even with medicine, my emotions have been out of control.

Recently, I have been getting increased dosages on my medication because my episodes have been getting incredibly worse. I ended up getting angry at a teacher at school for giving me a B on a test and I swiped everything off of her desk in a rage and then I proceeded to tell her to fall off a bridge.

All because I got a B.

Extreme right?

After that, everyone has been laughing at me and calling me names for getting angry, when I can't help it.

It's really hard living with it.

And people are making it worse.

See you soon,
Nia Sioux Frazier
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I'm really loving Nia's story! I love her backstory and I can't wait to write it out!

What do you guys think about Johnson's feelings about the letters? And what about Nia's story? Let me know down below!

Sorry for the absence! I've been incredibly busy and I hope you all understand!

Hope you all had a great thanksgiving! I did and now I have a fat belly to prove it lol

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