The Truth Of The Night (Demi Lovato Lesbian Fan-fiction)

Chapter 4

Skylar’s POV

 

“Well you know you’re final show in Mexico?  Of The Neon Lights tour? Well, my best friend and I couldn’t get tickets to the Vancouver show, because we didn’t have enough money saved up at the time. As soon as we got our yearly payments, we had enough money for a holiday as well. So we planned to go to Mexico and to your final concert at the same time. I wanted to do some shopping before the concert and Annibel was going to meet me at the arena, but she didn’t make it.

 I was freaking out because she was late and I was scared and worried and didn’t know what to do. After 4 hours, I got a call from a man with a thick Mexican accent asking if I knew Annibel.

I said, “Yes, this is her best friend, Skylar. Why are you calling me? What’s wrong? Is Annibel okay?

All the man said was, “I am very sorry, Miss Skylar, but your friend has died in an accident. An intoxicated driver sped around a corner in a truck; the taxi driver and Annibel were killed on impact.

That’s when I broke down, right outside the venue, on the sidewalk at 1am in the morning. By the time I was found, I was cold, wet and hysterical. After being flown home I was hospitalized for 3 days. I went for a check up 10 days later and I was diagnosed with depression, bipolar disorder and anxiety. I take 3 pills, everyday, twice a day. I take lithium, antidepressants and Clonazepam. They help, but still knowing I won’t see my best friend ever again, makes me feel really shitty and upset all the time. I don’t normally tell people, because of the anxiety and stuff.

Skylar’s Moms were torn apart. Annibel was adopted and raised by Jessica and Rose since she was less then 6 months old. I was asked to put together a few words to say to everyone at the funeral. I agreed knowing I had to fight my anxiety and do it for Annibel. I think I had 11 minor panic attacks and 3 major ones. I was staying at Jessica and Rose’s house during one of the major attacks and they took me to the hospital. That’s when I started taking Clonazepam.

I wasn’t supposed to mix my drugs with alcohol, but I took the chances and made my coffee extra strong. The effects of mixing the drugs and alcohol had an awakening feeling on me. I guess that’s what got me through the…the..the funeral”.

I took a deep breath and breathed, while releasing a couple tears. I looked up at Demi to find her eyes locked onto me, with tears streaming down her face.

“I didn’t know it was that serious” she said, “I heard there was a lovatic’s funeral today, and I thought it would be wise to go, you know? She supported me, so its only fair I support her as well”.

Demi looked down, trying to sort out her thoughts. “Oh no, Sky,” Demi said in a serious tone, “please don’t do this to yourself, it’s not fair”.

 “What are you talk….Oh…” I said, finding Demi looking and the cuts and scars on my arm. I looked in Demi’s eyes to find genuine concern and love. All I could do at that point, was cry. I fell into Demi’s open arms and just stayed there.

We eventually fell over and ended up cradling each other for at least 2 hours. No talking, no nothing. We just lay there sobbing; reflecting all that had happened in the few hours we have known each other.

“Hey Sky? I know you’re comfy, but we should really eat something; it’s almost 3pm in the afternoon. Eating always helps. I gave Demi a little nod and followed her to the kitchen.