Nobody Does it Like You (Delena Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

*Demi's POV*

When I got home, I crashed. I ended up not waking up until the next morning to go to school. My mom literally had to drag me out of bed. I definitely did not want to go back to that hell. But of course, I had to. I got ready for school and was able to skip breakfast. I got to school early so I could avoid the crowd and I walked straight into Ms. Gomez's room. She wasn't there yet, so I just waited in my seat until I saw her walk in. She looked up and saw me. She looked suprised, but happy to see me. "Demi! How are you feeling?" She asked and dropped her bags by her chair. "I've been better. But I came early today so I can hopefully avoid the other kids." I shot her a fake smile. I saw a flash of concern appear on her face, but it was quickly replaced by sadness. "Do you think you're ready to tell me what's going on?" I looked down and bit my lip, holding back tears. I slowly nodded and began telling her my life story.

"Ever since I was little, I knew I was... different. When all the kids played during recess, I would just sit on the grass and watch. I was always alone. I was always unwanted. Nobody really paid attention to me. When I was about 10 years old, I started to... develop feelings. Feelings that I couldn't describe. Feelings of warmth, like a million butterflies in your stomach. But there was one small detail that made me so different. These feelings, they were... never really for a guy..." I looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with Ms. Gomez. I saw a small smile appear on her face from the corner of my eye. "One day I had come home from school, and asked my mom and dad about these feelings. I told them about this one girl... and they... they thought I was a disgrace. I didn't understand why it was such a big deal. After all, I was still a child. They... they had beat me. They told me I shouldn't be alive. They told me I was a mistake. They told me I was abnormal. They continued to harm me and my dad started drinking. He would come home from work drunk and all he would do was beat me. One day, my parents realized that I wasn't going to change. So they kicked me out. For months, I was homeless. I  was sleeping in a cardboard box on the street. I was dirty. I was barely surviving. One day, a woman found me on the street and insisted on coming with her. All I remember now, is her taking me to the police, signing some papers, and that very day I came home with her. Today, I call her my mom. She is my real mother. The true person that cares for me. I don't care who gave birth to me. She is not my mom. Never will be. My dad will always be the one that cares for me. I don't give a damn who created me. My real parents support me. And I love them for that." I was now in tears. Ms. Gomez walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. She held me in a warm embrace, and I swear I could stay like this forever, safe in her arms. She pulled away, and I now saw tears in her eyes. I continued my story,  "So when I had finally made a friend back in middle school, she turned her back on me and told everyone about me. About who I liked. They whole school began to look down upon me. To them I was disgusting. I was an animal. I wasn't human. They would torture me and the teachers did nothing about it. I began to become depressed and I couldn't handle the world anymore. I needed to take it out on myself. I... harmed myself." I cried, not caring about what she thought of me. I finally looked up to see pure worry in her eyes. She took me arms and moved my bracelets so she could see. She gasped and still had a soft grip on my hands. She looked into my eyes. "Don't let anybody do this to you. If they don't like you, they are idiots. If they don't think you're beautiful, they're blind. If they don't see what I see, well that sucks for them because I see the most perfect girl on earth." She blushed and looked down, as did I. I looked back at her and said, "Thank you. That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." I hugged her, and I think my tears got her shoulder wet, but she didn't seem to mind. When I finally pulled away, I smiled. At that very moment, the bell rang. She jumped and made her way behind her desk and prepared for class. Students started to file in and they looked at me in disgust, but I was in a good mood, so I ignored them.

A/N: I think I'm going to wait another week or so to update because I also have to start the sequel for "Until You're MIne", which is going to be titled "Better Together". I would also appreciate it if I got a little bit more feedback, but don't worry that won't stop me from updating. Thanks to everyone for reading :)