Restore- repair or renovate (a building, work of art, etc.) so as to return it to its original condition.
I wish I could be restored, preferably from the time I moved to LA. I don't understand everything was so simple when I was in Texas. I had friends- not a lot, but the ones I did have, they were trustworthy and great to me. I just wish my dad didn't get the job, and my mom didn't die. I don't need your sympathy, and I certainly don't need your charity. I don't need anyone.
I didn't think I could find anyone that would make me feel a little more alive then my non-talkative self. until I met Miss Lovato. The sad part is that she's my teacher, and she's 23 but we're getting close, and I'm developing feelings I don't want. Please Miss Lovato, restore me.
My father's death lead to my mother remarrying to another man in less than a year. She replaced the only man that knew how to stay and the one man that taught me how to trust, but all of that faded when her new husband came along. My mother insists that I have to call him my "step father," but no one can take my dad's place or get close to it.
The thing that lured my mother's new husband was my father's life insurance that was over one million dollars, so he was practically drooling, but my mother was too blinded by his looks and fake smile to see who he truly was, and after she found out who he truly was... she didn't care to stop him because she "loves" him.
I miss my dad more and more each day I have to spend with the man that shares the same roof as me, but not for long...
(Demi Lovato Fanfic. A few characters will be real people, but their character in the story is not how I see them unless noted. I have nothing against any person I bring into my story. I bring them in either because one, I like their work, or two, I needed someone who would fit the character's appearance I have created in my mind. Thank you for reading if you choose to.)