Demi.

Demi Part 4

Demi's POV.

There's two girls coming into meet me. One girl looks super excited. The other girl has depression written across her face. I see depression in people. I know the signs. I suffer from depression. I don't have long with her so I look down at her wrists. Without thinking I immediately grab them and whisper, "don't do it. You're stronger than this."

Mila's POV.

Going into meet Demi. I've never seen Aber this excited before. Suddenly, for the first time, I become excited too. Suddenly were called. We're next! We're actually meeting her! I'm starting to get starstruck. We round the corner, and there she is. I've told Aber that I don't like her before. That she's ugly. But looking at her now, she's beautiful. Maybe I could believe in myself. Maybe she could help me. Maybe I could become a lovatic. I walk up to her and she looks into my eyes. Deep. I knew she saw every part of me. I knew that she knew everything about me. I begged her not to say anything. Through just a look I tried so hard to get her to keep quiet.

Right when I know I'm in the clear, she grabs my wrists. She looks at me and whispers "don't do it. You're stronger than this." For a moment I feel relief. I'm not keeping it inside anymore. Someone knows!! And then it hits me. My sister knows. My parents will find out. My life is ruined. I scream at Demi. "WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? And then I took off running. Past Aber, past Demi, past the guards and all the "lovatics". I run. Far. I never want to stop running. Until I finally don't know where I am. I look around and I'm in front of an abandoned coliseum restaurant. I sit down. There's no one around me. And for the first time ever, I cry. I cry hard. I cry about Josh, my mom and dad, about everything that's wrong with the world. But mostly, I cry for me. I've been through a lot, and I haven't let it out. Mid sob, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and it's Demi. I want to slap her. To scream at her. To make her feel the pain she just made me feel. And them she opens her arm. And I hug her. She holds me so tight. It's so comforting. I sob into her shoulder for about ten minutes before I ask her. "But Demi, what about your other people waiting in line?" She looks at me, smiles gently, and says, "they can wait." And then I sob some more. Finally after about 15 more minutes, she says, "let's go get you a lovatic bracelet for those beautiful wrists." I look at her, and ask "what's that?" And she answers, it's a rubber bracelet that says LOVATIC. That is, if you consider yourself one. Do you?"