fix me (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

chapter 2

Demi's pov

it's so weird to sit in some therapy centre instead of the studio. I took a one year break to do this and it was difficult to make that decision but I know it's a good one. but I am doing this to help someone, to save someone's life. a lot of people tell me that I saved their lifes but I never knew how I did that, I never really had the feeling that I saved someone's life and by doing this ,by helping someone in real life for a year, I hope I get that feeling. I look at the document in my hands. it's about the girl I am gonna help. Leah is her name. Leah Elisabeth Walker. only 14 year old. a counselor from her school send her to this. I look at the problems she has and sigh. poor,poor girl. she was only 2 years old when her mother left her and her twin sister alone with their father. her father is addicted to alcohol and abuses her. Her twin sister hung herself 2 years ago and Leah was the one who found. and Leah herself has some personal struggles include cutting. she also get bullied. I get tears in my eyes, this is why I did it. this is why I gave up my carreer for a year. I need to save this girl. I walk to the waiting room and see a girl sitting there. a beautiful girl with long blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"Leah Walker?"

the girl turns around and her bue are getting big. "y-you're Demi Lovato"

I smile at her "yes and I am your therapist this year, come walk with me to my room."

we walk to the room and I sit myself down at one side of te table while she sit herself down on the otherside.

"it's maybe weird but I've been a lovatic for years and you are the only one who kept me going and I was so upset when you took a break because you wasn't there to fix me anymore... but now..."

"it's okay Leah, just see me as your therapist now the who is going to save your life." she nods so I continue my story. "today we're just gonna talk about some practical things, we have to know each other better. so at first tell me something about yourself, your hobbies, your family everything intresting."

she smirks "I play piano, I sing and used to fangirl about you all day and further there's nothing interesting to tell about me. I am nothing and I do nothing. I don't like to talk about my family. I don't know where my fucking mom is. she left when I was only two years old. My dad is drunk all the time but that's all because of my mom. and my twin sister... she, she hung herself and I found her." tears are rolling down her cheeks when she tells about her twin sister. 

I searching for her eyes but she looks away. "Leah look at me when I'm going to tell you this." this time she looks right in to my eyes. "You're not nothing, it's hard to understand that now but I promiss that on one day you'll see that too." she send me a weak smile

"what was the name of your twin sister?"

Leah's pov

"what was the name of your twin sister?" I shake my head to show Demi that I am not going to answer this question. I just can't... I really can't. since it happened I've never said her name again. I get a flashback from when I found her that and I immediatly feel the anxiety taking over my body. fuck a panic. oh no not here and now. 

"leah close your eyes and copy my breathe." I do what Demi says and I calm down again after five minutes.

"I am so sorry." I appologize

"don't be, it's okay. I know them, you just can't control yourself." she gives me a glass of water water.

"anyways we should end this session, I know it was really short but the first time is just to get to know each other better. the next session will be longer. the planning was to meet each other twice a week at Monday and Thursday. is that okay with you?" I nod. "well I see you then next Monday at 3pm"

We stand up from our chair and I want to give her a hand but she pulls me in to a hug and I hug her back. people always say she smells like worldpeace and I never believed that until now, because she really smells like it. just as I walk to the door she says. "Wait Leah, before you go I have a goal for you. Look in the mirror everyday and say to yourself: 'I am beautifully and wonderfully made."

tears are coming up in my eyes again. I try to smile at her and say: "thank you Demi."

I walk away from her and get on my bike to cycle to home. I put on my earphone and I put on Demi's song 'fix a heart'. it's weird I always listened to this song but now I know that Demi is gonna be the one who's really gonna fix my heart and not only through the internet, television or songs but she's gonna fix me because I can talk to her in real life. I smile. and it isn't even a fake smile. it's a smile which I can feel on the inside too and I can tell I haven't had a real smile in like forever. but that smile fades away when I walk in to my house. I smell something really familiar. alcohol. oh fuck. Dad has been drinking again and immediatly when he here's I'm home he's coming to.

"where have you been, you worthless piece of shit." he says with a double tongue "ohh I don't care anyways." he slaps me in my face.

"p-please d-daddy d-don't" I beg but the only answer I get is another slap in my face and a kick in my belly. oh damn. this is gonna be a hell of a ten minutes. he just keep going with kicking and slapping me till I can't stand on my legs anymore. then he just walks away. like I am totally nothing but then I remember Demi's words "you're beautifully and wonderfully made" but is that meant for me too?

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