Demi My Inspiration

Brittany's POV

I just got home from hell aka school, today was a really bad day with Sarah and her gang. I quickly ran up the stairs and into my bathroom, locking the door I fall to the ground sobbing my eyes out. "just do it once", "you're so fat and useless anyways", "it will make you feel better". those voices always there, I listen to them once again. I get up, looking my self in the mirror, the. I rummage through the drawers. I found it, I found my best friend, this nice cold piece of metal. You see, my blade has always been there for me. The only other thing that helps me is Demi Lovato's music.

I roll up my sleeves to reveal my already scar covered arms before adding to my collection. One slice for being so ugly. One for being a disgusting fat whore. One for never being good enough. One for having no friends at all. And I just keep continuing. By the time I was done I made like twenty cuts my wrist was gushing out blood.

I apply lots if pressure onto my fresh cuts to try and stop the bleeding. About thirty minutes later, by the time I feel lightheaded, I finally get the cuts to stop bleeding. I then hide the blade back in its hiding place and walk out to my desk. I though maybe I could try an write a letter to the only reason why in still alive.

Dear Demi,

How did you do it? The voices, they're always there. I'm not sure how much more I can take. I'm breaking. I honestly have no idea why I'm wringing this, it's not like you will ever read it. I'm probably just wasting my time, knowing I'm not important enough for you. Maybe you'd agree with everyone and say "you're just a waste of space, go kill yourself" You see, that's what I get everyday, maybe I will. So bye, Demi, you're my inspiration and the reason I'm alive<3

Love, Brittany

I finished the letter with tears streaming down my face, as I get up to find a stamp. I dig through the drawer to find a stamp and when I do, I quickly address the envelope before running out of my house. I run to mailbox and place it gently inside.

Demis POV

I got a letter in the mail today it was from a girl named Brittany. This letter shattered my heart to pieces. I have to write her back! I just have to, what might happen if I don't. She could... "Demi stop thinking like that" I said quietly to myself. I ran into my room and sat down, grabbing a piece of paper.

I finished writing the letter to Brittany, which included my phone number. I really want to help this girl out. After all, I know how hard eating disorders, self harm, bullying, and depression are to overcome. If I hadn't gone to treatment, I know for a fact I would not have gotten any better.

Brittany's POV

Omg! I'm totally fangirling right now! I got a letter back from Demi, she even gave me her number. 

The letter read:

Dear Brittany,

    I got your letter in the mail and it broke my heart into a million pieces. In all honesty, I want to help you recover. I know how hard all of it is. If you ever feel the urge to cut or anything, please call me (xxx)xxx-xxxx.

    Love,

                Demi lovato