For The Love of A Daughter

little brown girl

*Demetriana's POV*

As soon as I left Demi, I knew that this was going to be one of the hardest moments of my life.

The nice lady, Cassie, explained the relationship that she and Demi had when Demi was here.

She also told me that I have the same exact room as she did.

That made me feel a lot better about everything.

I got comfortable for a while and started to doze off when a lady with black hair came into the room.

"I'm going to need to go through your things and collect sharp objects, phones, and anything harmful, please." she said it with quite a nasty tone.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but uh, I'm not giving up shit. You can suc-" I was cut off by the strange lady.

As a signal of her cutting me off, she raised her hand in my face and searched through all of my things. She found every blade, and my phone. I was completely out of everything. How am I supposed to live life?

I couldn't tell Demi that I had blades in my bags. She'd know that I didn't come for me. Like I said before, I am doing this for her. She is way too important to me for me to trigger her and risk her career and her well-being.

The lady exited my room and told me that someone else was going to come into the room. Apparently, she's my roommate. There are strangely a lot of people here. I'm not the only one. Some people have been in here for over a year. I'm just here to get better and the help I need, and then get out.

I began to shut my eyes again for the second time and then I heard the door open. A small, skinny and short light brown skinned girl walked through the door. I sat up.

She seemed a bit shy and like she might have needed a little more help than I did. But, you can't judge a book by its cover.

"Hey, uh.. I'm Demetriana. Nice to meet you." I said. I didn't know the reaction I would get back so I hesitated a little bit.

"Don't talk to me." she said in small voice.

Okay, anger issues or what!? I'm just going to stay away from her, because obviously she is devastated and wants space.

The bell soon rang for dinner. It appears as if I can never get any rest around here.

I hated meal time. This meant that I couldn't purge, and that I'd gain weight. I can't gain weight or else I'll be fat. It also means that I'd get bullied in my new school that I'm gonna start when I'm with Demi at her own house.

"Hello. You have to come down and eat. It's mandatory." Cassie said.

I finally arrived in the dining hall and saw a lot of creepy looking people. Like, beyond creepy. I decided to sit alone. I picked a table near the stage. I'm guessing that's for announcements or something.

"Hi everyone, I'm Catarina." a big voice boomed from the stage I was in front of.

"I've owned this treatment center for about... 9-10 years. I am proud to say that we've had some amazing recoveries here at this center. I am going to lay down some rules." she sounded like she was tired, matter of fact... overly tired.

"You must eat three times a day. If you don't then we'll be forced to strap you down and make you eat. After each meal, you won't be able to leave the dining hall for at least an hour, so you have to use the bathroom before each meal if that's going to be a concern for you. Bedtime is 9:30. It's so early because you guys have such a long day with your schedules. We've arranged the classes so that you're with people who understand what you've been through." she babbled on and on after that. I zoned out.

"Any questions?" I heard after Catarina was done.

They passed out our schedule and I realized that I had a class labeled "special" on Thursdays. A few other people have that also. Too bad it's Monday. I want to know what it is.

We hang out a little more in the cafeteria before it was around the time to go to bed. I went back into my room and found the "little brown girl" sitting on my bed going through my pictures in my suitcase.

"What the hell are you doing in my things?!" I started to freak out. I hate it when people can't mind their own god damned business.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that I saw a picture of you and Demi Lovato whom I am guessing is your mother. You guys looked like a family with your grandmother and the rest of them. I guess I was just so jealous because I don't have a family of my own. Not a real one anyway. You know what you don't need to hear my life story it-" she rambled. I cut her off though, because I actually wanted to know what she was like.

"No, keep going. I want to get to know you. I mean if we're going to be in the same room for who knows how long." I smiled. She nervously smiled back.

"My name is Liza Koshy, I am 13 y/o, and I look up to some youtubers..." Liza said

She went on and on about her life. I kind of feel bad for her. I mean it's sad that she has to go through that all on her own. I just wish that I could have been her friend a little sooner. She's told me about her parents and how they abused and how she was eventually given up. She was bullied at school and she's attempted suicide so many times that she couldn't keep track.

I stopped her there.

"Listen, I went through the same thing. I've always been scared to stand up for myself, and it really doesn't help. You're beautifu;, and as long as you know that, it doesn't matter what the haters say and don't say. Keep your head up. Some times I wish people would be there to give me this advice when I need it." I said kindly.

"I'll be there." she said with a weak smile.

That was when I knew that I've found a best friend.

A/N- I'll update again soon. See ya for now!