Broken (Demi Lovato fanfic)

Chapter 2

Demi's POV

I was about to give a lecture, with everything I have been through the staff at the adoption thought it would be a good idea to inform the children that even life as a celebrity isn't perfect. But the person I wanted to convince most of this was the girl who was alone in her room earlier. I had asked the staff about her and it seemed as if she was either ignored or bullied here, I guessed that she wouldn't turn up. However, I waited for 5 more minutes in case she turned up. Then the door handle turned and it was the girl with the baggy hoodie, her face had turned bright red of embarrassment, I smiled pleased that she turned up. The girl stumbled towards the back of the room and sat in the corner.

Becca's POV

I stumbled towards the back of the room, embarrassed I sat down and clenched my fists as I saw Demi standing at the front of the room. I looked away to face the window, I hated her and why does she keep smiling at me, with her perfect life she thinks she can improve mine. I wish she would go. That's when I realised that everyone else admired every celebrity hence why they were cheering as she said that she introduced the meeting.

Demi's POV

I saw the girl look away, I knew she was angry at me but hopefully after this she will understand and forgive me. I looked around introducing myself the crowd of children cheered loudly. I smiled knowing that I was accepted here, well by the majority of people. I needed the girl to know my story so I made eye contact with her and begun.

I started by telling the crowd that nobody's life is perfect, already tears were falling down some peoples cheeks, I begun with my experience of an eating disorer. It all started at the age of 7, people around me were thin and since I was on the cast of Barney and friends, I was known as a child celebrity. I felt pressure at a young age to look thin, like you see on the glossy magazines, due to this I suffered with anorexia. I told them that I would sometimes eat and feel guilty.

I looked up knowing the next thing would be hard to talk to because I suspected that the girl in the baggy hoodie done this. I stuttered on my words and realised that I was breaking into tears. I carried on telling my story of how I suffered from cutting because of bullying, I looked towards the crowd and told them that bullying affected my life in so many ways up until this day the hurtful words linger along with me.

I then moved on to telling them how I went to rehab and got diagnosed with biopolar, I had to quit my superstar life to recover. I could see nearly everyone sitting had tears in their eyes and most looked ashamed as if they were guilty of some of these things which cause people pain. I recognised the two girls who lead me around the adoption centre, not one tear, not one emotion they sat emotionless, almost bored.

It was time I grabbed my guitar from the side of the room and switched on my microphone, confusion filled the room.

I made an announcement I said that this song was for someone special in this room, someone I believe in and someone who can stay strong and I will help. Mumbles filled the room of who it may be friends suspected each other. But the girl in the corner of the room in the hoodie just sat waiting.

Skies are crying, I am watching

Catching tear drops in my hands

Only silence as it's ending

Like we never had a chance

Do you have to make me feel like

There's nothing left of me?

You can take everything I have

You can break everything I am

Like I'm made of glass

Like I'm made of paper

Go on and try to tear me down

I will be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper

Like a skyscraper

As the smoke clears, I awaken

And untangle you from me

Would it make you feel better

To watch me while I bleed?

All my windows still are broken

But I'm standing on my feet

You can take everything I have

You can break everything I am

Like I'm made of glass

Like I'm made of paper

Go on and try to tear me down

I will be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper

Like a skyscraper

Go run, run, run

I'm gonna stay right here,

Watch you disappear

Yeah, oh

Go run, run, run

Yeah, it's a long way down

But I am closer to the clouds up here

You can take everything I have

You can break everything I am

Like I'm made of glass

Like I'm made of paper

Oh Oh

Go on and try to tear me down

I will be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper

Like a skyscraper

The children and staff stood up, cheering then I glanced towards the girl in the hoodie, her eyes filled with hope and that's when I realised. The victim in this centre was that girl and I needed to save her.