Demi's POV
You've probably heard of me before. Let's see if you can figure out who I am. Let's see. Crazy, bipolar, fat, ugly, worthless, failure. If you think I'm Demi Lovato, superstar, you're wrong. I'm Demi Lovato, world class life ruiner. Yeah, sure, people say I saved their life, but for every twitter comment from a fan, there are 20 more from haters. Sure, I went through this when I was like, 14, but I'm 27 now. You'd think I'd be over this. Now, don't go too far. I haven't relapsed. Yet. I can't. But my life sucks so bad, I just might. Nobody would care anyways...
Okay, so I'm a lot different from when I was 22. I'm not performing anymore, but people still hate me, but my lovatics stick up for me sometimes. I also have a 4 year old daughter, Gracelyn Madison Dallas Lovato, who usually goes by Gracie, and her twin brother, Gabriel Edward Benjamin Lovato, but he just goes by Gabe. There are 4 things that bring me joy in this horrible life of mine. Those are music, Gracie, Gabe, and the love of my life, Nicholas Jerry Jonas. We started dating when we were 23, but he recently proposed and we're getting married soon. He's one of the only things that keeps me from relapsing.
Now, Gracie and Gabe are amazing, but they do remind me of my past. Gracie looks like me when I was her age. I had a lot of issues, even at age 4. And now, more than ever, my past is coming back to me. My bipolar meds aren't working as well as they should, so I'm having extreme mood swings. Nick's worried about me. Luckily the kids haven't seen my angry side. I need a distraction. And some new meds.
Mackenzie's POV
You don't know me. My name's Mackenzie. Just Mackenzie. Well, Mackenzie Rae. No last name. My "mom" left me on the doorstep to the Shadow Creek Home for Girls when I was a baby. She left me in my car seat with a tag that just said "Take care of my Mackenzie Rae." That's it. Oh, by the way, never call me Mackenzie. Or Kenzie. It's Mac. Just Mac. I've lived at the Shadow Creek Home for Girls for 14 years. Okay, let me just say, Shadow Creek has a freaking depressing name. Like, I'd rather have it be Rainbow Sunshine Playplace for Happy Girls than that. Oh, I forgot to mention a few things. I haven't eaten in 3 days. Yeah, yeah, I know the whole speech on how starving yourself isn't healthy, blah blah blah, but I honestly don't care. Another thing you should know is that I may or may not have been self harming for about 3 years now. It started when my only friend at Shadow Creek told me she hated me. That stung. I'm kinda over it now. I'm not easily broken. The only reason I'm still cutting is because I like the feeling of it. Plus I kinda deserve it. The owner of the home, Mrs. Karey, tries really hard to be nice to me, but I just don't like people. Like at all. Not after what happened with my mom, and McKenna. McKenna was the girl I told you about. You know, the one that hates me? Anyway, I don't expect that I'll be adopted at any point in time. I don't think I'll get out of here until I'm 18 and old enough to live on my own. I've been expelled from every school in the county, so Mrs. Karey homeschools me. I actually like that. I hated school anyway. I actually like learning, I just don't like people. Plus, I can have my own schedule if I'm homeschooled. I guess in normal people terms, I have a good life. But once you get to know me, you'll see what nobody should ever see.
Demi's POV
I called Nick at work and told him that I needed a distraction. I told him I wanted to adopt. He took it really well. He said that as soon as he got off of work that we'd pick up Gracie and Gabe from daycare and go to the girls home downtown. The only reason Gracie and Gabe were at daycare today is because, even though I write songs for Hollywood Records now, so I usually work from home, I want the kids to get to know some kids their age. We live in a very sophisticated neighborhood, so there aren't many kids around, and I want them to make some really good friends before they start kindergarten next year. My mom had me stay home when I was 4, and I had a hard time making friends in kindergarten. I really don't want them to have to go through what I went through. Any of it.
So, when Nick got off work, he came and picked me up at the house and we picked the kids from daycare and drove to Shadow Creek Home for Girls. Okay, that's a really depressing name. Seriously. Who names a home for girls Shadow Creek? Oh well. Depressing name aside, it seems like a really nice place. I guess it's time to go in...
