Eternally Tragic; Love Will Remeber (A Demi Lovato Fan Fiction) Sequel to Sad

Chapter Three: Bipolar

Demi's POV

October 2010

I had arrived at the center after saying goodbye to my friends and family then took a plane to Illinois. My caretaker, Susan had picked me up from the airport and drove to the center where they searched my bags for electronics and any items I could use against myself. After I was shown the center they gave me my schedule and my key to the room. I had a roommate. I hoped that she'd be nice.

I knocked on the door and a girl opened the door. She had a sweet smile. "You must be Demi, I'm Marissa." She spoke sweetly. "Nice to meet you..." I shook her hand and she led me inside the room. After unpacking my things I asked. "So... what happened to your roommate?"

"Oh, I strangled her..." She looked serious. I literally freaked out. "I'm kidding! ... She got out last week; wow you should have seen your face." She laughed. I giggled and shook my head. "So.... Do you mind if I ask why you are here for?" "Uhm... depression... eating disorders... self-harming and uh... addictions." I admitted shamefully. "Wow... it's okay... I'm here for almost everything except for self-harm."

I nodded with a shy smile. "So... I'm guessing you're ready to take down lunch?" She asked. "Uh... I guess..." I trailed off. She led me to the mess hall where they instructed me that I couldn't leave the table until I ate everything on my plate, including meat. It didn't disturb me I just had to get used to it, but I really want to get better, maybe I could be happy after I go through this process. Who knows how long I'll be here, maybe months or years.

After battling with my head and finishing almost all of my food they left me off to wonder around and look around. Marissa accompanied me around showing me therapy rooms, game rooms, the gym, a few courts where there were girls around my age playing basketball, volleyball and a few other sports. I wasn't paying much attention. I was thinking of how I had to get used to this place; I'd be living here from now on until I'm finally stable to go home again but for now I'm stuck here.

We ended back in our bedroom where we started talking about ourselves, just trying to get to know each other. "So... single?" I asked her, trying to change the subject from my past.

"No... I have a boyfriend... his name is Eric..." She replied. She took a picture from her desk and pointed to the blonde tall guy in the picture next to her. "He looks cute..." I said. "What about you? Any guy interested?" She asked with a smirk, placing the picture on the desk. "Oh, no... I-uh... I'm not interested in a guy right now..." I trailed off.

She smirked wider. "Is it a girl or something?" She asked with enthusiasm. "Sort of... we broke up almost a year ago... but I'm still in love with her..." I admitted. "Oh yeah... that Elizabeth chick I saw in pictures with you in the media." Marissa replied; more to herself than me. The term 'chick' kind of ticked me off a bit but I let it slide.

"That's her..." I said, showing her a picture in my phone. It was basically a picture of Elizabeth and me at a beach we went with Taylor and Selena a week or so before we broke up. We were both sitting on the sand while talking when Taylor asked to take a picture of us. We only had shorts and our bikini tops on and our hair was wet. Even though I didn't like the beach much, since I had to show most of my body, it was one of the best days of my life. That day Elizabeth and I were celebrating our five month anniversary with Selena and Taylor.

"Dem!" Marissa yelled. "What?" I asked her, waking from my flashback. "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah... I'm okay." The rest of the night was followed by us doing our regular activities in our free hours. I had an hour to talk on the private phones so I dialed Taylor's number first. We mainly talked about my welcome into rehab and the media around about me then we just changed the subject to something that wouldn't depress me. Before I knew it, my time was up and I went to get ready for bed after showering. I had even brought 'Lizzie Bear' with me since I was so attached to it.

The next morning I was woken at eight in the morning to shower dress and head down to eat breakfast. I had to meet my caretaker, Susan. She greeted me into her office with a smile. "Good morning Demetria... you can close the door." She said as I walked in. I closed the door and walked to her office, sitting in one of the two blue office chairs in across from her. "Uhm... could you call me Demi?" I asked politely. "Of course... so Demi... how was your first day?" She asked. "Fine I guess... I think I just have to get used to it..." I said with a sly smile.

"Good... have you made any friends?" She asked me. "Yeah... my roommate Marissa... she's nice." I replied. "That's good... so are you ready for your tests?" She asked. I nodded.

I was supposed to get tests done by a doctor today to determine my diagnosis. It took most of the day and by the time I was done, it was lunch time. For some reason I was refusing to eat but the nurse had to force me to eat at least half of my lunch. I actually ate more than half and I was slightly proud of myself. I went to my daily therapy with a group and then by myself with my own psychologist, but the session was called short since Susan asked to see me at her office to discuss my results.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked closing the door to her office. "Yeah... Demi... I have some news... you may want to sit for a moment." She hesitated. My stomach turned at her hesitation. I was petrified to know if I was really crazy or worse, I couldn't leave this damn place ever again. "Demi... we got your results and it turns out... you're bipolar." She explained. "So I'm not crazy?" I asked in relief. "No... you just have a mental disorder... it doesn't have a cure but it has treatment... but you have to decide if you're willing to do it." She explained. I let out a sigh and covered my face with my hands. "Fine... I'm ready"...