Forever Mine

My Miracle

DEMI'S POV
Charley is forever mine. I don't have to worry about losing her anymore ever again.
I release her from our hug and turn to Wilmer. His hand is on the back of his neck and worry is registered on his face.
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
He shakes his head, but I can tell something just isn't right.
I smile anyway and look over to the doctors. My eyes overflow with tears. To think I wanted to stuff their eyes down their throats when they just saved my baby.
Thank you I mouth to them. They nod and smile.
"Well," says the man with the glasses and oddly maroon hair,"you have possession of a miracle."
Tears threaten to leak through my eyes. To think that I have a miracle.
My Miracle.
I only have a few seconds to absorb this before we hear screams from in the halls. I'm thinking that it's more victims from the crash. I'm so lucky to have Charley.
Doctor glasses runs to peer out the window of the door. His eyes widen as there's a loud bang. Can the injury be that bad? Why was there a bang?
I jump back and land in Wilmer's big arms. He smirks at me and leans down. I can feel his breath on my face. I reach up to kiss him.
A thousand squeals erupt from the door. I whip my head around and see none other than my lovatics with their phones flashing away.
"You guys!" I whine, pulling away from a shocked and unhappy Wilmer.
All the girls, and some boys, giggle or chuckle. Doctor glasses is failing to push everyone back outside with his nurses.
This, is the perfect time to take a picture. I whip out my phone and quickly flip to the camera.
"Say 'Miracle!'" I shout.
Everyone turns to me and flashes a genuine smile and a few strike a pose. I giggle as I take a picture. The doctors all have frustrated faces as they struggle to push back my army. My army is smiling and laughing.
My new favorite picture.
I hear shaky coughing and a few wheezes.
Oh no. I already forgot about Charley.
Terrible
Worst mom ever
You should be the one in the bed
The demons whisper terrible thoughts in my head. If only I had my blade. I fantasize the bliss feeling of being released. My fantasy ends when the lovatics break through and come running at me.
"Are you alright Demi?"
"Is Demi ha-"
"Is she alright?!"
"I love you Demi!"
I giggle at their questions.
"Yes, I don't know, I hope so, and thank you!" I respond as the room once cozy room is flooded with more people.
I'm pretty stupid to think they'd give me a break. All the girls are holding out books and binders for me to sign. I take out a pen from my purse and scratch away.

To my best lovatic
Demi Lovato

Dear my lovatic
Demi Lovato

Demi Lovato.

I hate my signature. My hand is sore by the time I finally finish. I have ink down the side of my hand and a red blister at my pinky. Yet, people think being famous is fun. I rub my hands hoping to wipe away the pain. Wilmer chuckles And squeals, scaring he crap out of me.
"What the f**k was that for?!" I scream, after picking myself off the hard ground.
"Can I have an autograph?!" He asks in a highly pitched voice. I punch his shoulder. This is a bad idea because now my hands hurt more than they already did.
Wilmer chuckles and wraps his ripped arms around me. I wince in agony.
"Sorry, Hermosa." He says in his husky voice. I sigh. No one has ever loved me the way Wilmer does.
I hear coughing behind me. Charley!
I zoom over to the bed and pat her back.
"It's okay Charley," I say in what I hope is a soothing tone,"Let it all out."
She coughs and coughs while the lovatics stare, wide eyed. When she finally finishes her hacking, one of the lovatics, a girl with short hair and glasses, begins to cry.
"Poor little girl." She says between tears.
The other lovatics nod and slowly walk towards us.
The crying girl comes up to Charley and kneels down next to her. I back away a little further from the cot.
"Hey there," she whispers,"Are you okay?"
That's a stupid question. I mean, she just practically died.
"W-well.... I am n-now that....that D-Demi is h-...here." She says to a volume so low that it's almost inaudible.
All the girls snap out there phones and begin to take pictures of Charley and the crying girl.
"Would you like me to sign your cast?"
Asks the girl.
Charley nods as she looks down at her broken leg that is suspended in the air. Suddenly, as crying girl looks for a pen, Charley's face is covered in a mask of anxiousness.
She looks up at me.
"H-Hercules." She whispers, tears coming to her eyes.
I honestly don't know where the dog is. I can't imagine how doomed I will be if he's dead. I walk over to the frustrated doctors.
"Where's the dog?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"He should be in the room across from this one." A nurse with curly black hair responds while pointing her pencil out the door.
I quietly sneak away while everyone is distracted by Charley and slip out of the room. I look up and down the long corridor, specially equipped with rolling beds and wheel chairs. Nope, not a doctor in sight.
I dash to the door across from Charley's room. Why is a dog in a human hospital? I smell blood and wet dog from outside the door. I crinkle my nose and slowly push open the door.
The sight utterly horrifies me. I vomit in disgust.

Hey... People. Maybe I should think of s name to call ya'll. Any suggestions? Remember to share this book! Thanks for the votes!
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