Alexis Grace Lovato is your typical fourteen year old girl, besides having a famous singer as her Mom. Demi stopped working when Alexis, or Alex, was born so that she could single-handedly take care of her. What happens when Demi goes back to work a...
Alex's POV I was in my room about to grab one of the blades from my box when there was a knock on my door. I quickly put them under my bed.
"Come in!" I shout. Mom comes in.
"Alex, we need to talk." Mom said sitting down on my bed next to me.
"About what?" I asked.
"I was thinking that you should go to therapy. I also scheduled an appointment to see your doctor."
"Why though? I'm fine." I say as I look away from Mom's eyes.
"You're not fine, Alex! You relapsed the other day, and you've been purging! I don't want your mental state to get worse than what it is now. I don't want to see you become very unhealthy. I'm worried about you, baby girl."
"But.. I'm not crazy! M-Mom! I'm not c-crazy!" I tear up as I start shaking.
"Alex. Look at me, baby." Mom says as she lifts my face up to look at her. "Breathe. I know you're not crazy. No one is saying you're crazy, baby girl." She pulls me into her warm embrace. "What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours?"
"I.. I know I need help, Mom. I do, but it's easier said than done." I choked out.
"I know, baby. I know." Mom whispers in my ear. "I'll be here every step of the way though."
I then said something I didn't want to slip out. "I want to die, Mommy. I want to be happy."
"Baby.. why?" Mom's grip tightens on me.
"Everyone says I should. E-Even your Lovatics. I.. I didn't want to say anything.. I.." I look up and notice Mom's tearing up. "I.. I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you cry.." I whispered.
"No.. no.. it's fine, baby girl. I'm glad you're telling me how you're feeling." Mom kissed my forehead and then pulled out her phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked. A minute later I got a twitter notification.
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"Come on. It's time to get ready for your photo shoot." Mom says standing up and taking my hand.
"But my makeup is running."
"It's okay. They will do it there. Go wipe it off." I nod and do as Mom says.
"Mom.. thanks again by the way." I hugged Mom tightly.
"I love you. Don't forget it." Mom kissed my forehead.
