Lost Soul

Lost

It was another long night, Leanne thought to herself. He head was pounding but she had gotten used to it from hunger. She looked down at her wrist at her tattoo, now I'm a warrior and the eating disorder recovery symbol. But only if people knew the truth. The pain she lugs around. How she has relapsed months ago but hides behind baggy clothes. She was snapped out of her trance when a customer came to the counter. "Are you okay?"
"Yea thanks for asking I'm just tired, long night" she sighed.
She rung him up as quickly as she could.
"Sr your total is 29.35"
He paid and left.
She went over to her phone to see if anyone cared of her existence. Nothing.
"I just need to cut"
She walked as quickly as she could to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She muffled the sounds of her cries.
She pulled out the blade and rolled her sleeve up. "This is what it has become she thought, I'm 30 with nothing to show for my life."
She heard the buzzer go off indicating a customer.
She cleaned herself up and made sure the bleeding had stopped. She rolled down her sleeve.
"If only this night would come to an end"
She turned on Demi Lovato, usually her music gets her through but she thought to herself if only her idol knew she was faking her recovery she would be nothing but a disappointment.
She looked up and there she stood. Leanne became speechless.
Demi looked at her and recognized the signs that she had been crying, her eyes were puffy. "Honey are you okay"
She had honestly grew tired of being asked that.
"I'm fine."
But demi could see it. Empty eyes so lifeless.
"Are you just passing through? I know your on tour."
We actually just pulled off for the night on my tour bus and I came in to get snacks.
Leanne let out a yawn and stretched and her shirt lifted. Demi grew sad when she seen her ever protruding hip bones.
Demi was speechless and didnt know what to say.
She managed to get out "what time do you get off."
"In 20 minutes"
"Would you like to come over to my tour bus and hang out?"
Leanne thought for a moment. She had nothing better to do.
"Sure.."
"See you in 20 beautiful."
20 minutes had passed and her relief showed up.
Rodney
"Who's tour bus is that?"
"Demi Lovato actually."
"Wow, by the way you look a mess you would think you could look presentable at work."
"Sorry it's not up to your standards ass"
Leanne went to clock out and was thankful to get away from the verbal abuse.
She walked outside to the tour bus and knocked and demi greeted her.
Demi had plans to get her to open up, have girl talk, but little did she know she would end up asking her to join her on her last leg of her tour.

A/N: first time writing a demi Lovato fanfic please be nice. This idea came to me while I was at work and I actually do work at a gas station. And I really do have a eating disorder and suffered from self harm in the past.