This was fucking it. I'm just done with all the bull shit. Now my friends have turned against me? They just fucking USE me, than tell all my secrets. I'm not dealing with it anymore.
I walk on to the plane where my 'friends' are sitting there laughing and smiling. Everyone is always happy, always laughing and having a good time. I'm done with pretending I'm this way too. I went up to that bitch and punched her. Right in the eye. She deserved it for betraying me. EVERYONE in that plane deserved it. They are all hypocrites…
"DEMI!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I said, turning back. My pulse was rushing, my insides were burning. I felt horrible, but the adrenaline in my system was pulsing, and I couldn't be stopped. I went to fight back to my next enemy, but I got dizzy and fainted.
the next day
"Would you like something to drink or some pillows Miss Lovato?"
My head was pounding as I went to open my eyes. There was a sweet curly-haired blonde staring down at me. "Um, no thank you," I said.
As she walked away, I start recognizing my surroundings. I was on a plane, but it was not going to Rio for my next concert. I tried to think about the last time I ate. It was days ago. My stomach was used to the constant torments I put it through though.
"Demi, how are you feeling sweetie?"
I looked up and saw my dad staring down at me. I could tell he hadn't slept all night, and I could hear the concern in his voice.
"Baby, we're gonna get you the help you need."
I didn't even question it. I just wanted to take the longest nap, and never come back to this reality.
Timberline Knolls
I wake up again in a dark tinted car driving up to a place that looked something like a sweet little country home with trees and a lake surrounding. My dad is driving the car and I wonder what this place is. He looks back and sees that I'm awake and smiles at me. He stops the car in front of the country-looking house. He gets out and opens the trunk and brings out a suitcase, which I immediately expect is full of my clothes. He opens my door and I very hesitantly get out.
When I walk in there were ladies rushing to me (I guess they were called ahead) and I noticed strangely skinny teenagers staring at me from the corner of the room. A red-headed woman took my bag and kindly asked
"Do you need anything sweetie?" I forcefully shook my head and turned to my dad, pleading with my eyes that he take me home. My dad kissed me on my forehead and said that he was going to fill out some paper work. This was really happening, I was going to stay here with crazy people. It was like my favorite movie Girl Interrupted, but unlike her, I WAS normal. These snickering girls were the crazy ones. The red-haired nurse introduced herself as Tami. And took me to a small, yellow painted room. Yellow? Don't they paint rooms in an insane asylum yellow? I immediately knew I was in the wrong place. I spotted a bathroom in this cotton candy-painted room and suddenly realized I needed to go, BAD! As I went in, Tami followed. I looked her up and down and said
"Excuse me? I need to use the restroom." She nodded but wouldn't leave the bathroom. Realizing she wasn't gonna leave and feeling the heaviness of my bladder, I allowed her to stay. She looked away, pretending to be engrossed in a bulletin board on the wall. I got up washed my hands when my dad walked in. I felt a certain urge to fall into his arms and never move, but this was his fault I was here. It was his fault that I was being stared down by teens, it was his fault I had to be watched while urinating. I was not going to give in now, maybe if he sees how much I hate him, he will give in and take me home. I could almost see a tear in his eye, than he said
"Dems, your mother and I.." at that moment Tami excused herself from the room.
"Your mother and I believe that this might be the best place for you right now."
"You think I'm crazy? Did you see the other girls? There is NOTHING wrong with me!" I said in a raging mad voice.
"Honey, this is a Treatment Center. They specialize in eating disorders and…"
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! I'm missing my concert, and I'm going to disappoint all the people who paid to see me," at this moment there were tears rolling down my face and I was screaming at him, trying to make him believe, although I didn't even believe myself. I looked at my dad who had also begun to cry.
"Don't leave me here!" I went toward him and hugged him tight.
"I promise daddy, I promise I will be better. Just take me home." He shook his head as tears started falling down his face.
"TAKE ME HOME! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I'm your daughter and you treat me like this? What man would leave his daughter in a foreign place? WHO DAD? WHO?" At this point he was crying so hard, but he still wouldn't give in.
"YOU ARE WORSE THAN MY REAL DAD! Even he wouldn't have taken me here. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
Women starting filing in the room, they began to hold my arms and sat me on the bed. The bed had strains tucked under it. I thought to myself how convenient? They tied me down to my bed and pushed a needle in me veins. Then darkness.