In his Fan Fiction debut...
Dominic Bacidore's:
Aftermath
Demi Lovato; actress, singer, role model; The newest of the Disney Princesses. She was smart, intelligent, funny, kind, and sweet. Sitting alone in a dark room, looking at only the fluorescent light above, and the other red seat where my guest was to sit, I readied myself for what would come.
Maybe I was there when she was on the set of Sonny with a Chance. Maybe I saw what turned out to be bipolar disorder; she was so happy, so upbeat, so willing to make other people laugh. Then, she would go back to her dressing room, cry to herself, and regret everything. Maybe I was there when Demi Lovato put the blade to her arm, and made cut after cut. Maybe I was there when she was too ashamed to eat and hating herself, but I was too scared to do anything.
They told me she was anorexic. I heard people's cruel and ignorant comments; "Why would anyone want to be anorexic?" "What is she, goofy?" All I wanted to do was to stop them all. She didn't do this to herself! She doesn't deserve it! No one does! Cutting is a mental condition that attempts to stimulate emotions, give punishment, or hide unhappiness with agony; everything about it screams self-hatred. I never knew she was bulimic, never knew she suffered with depression since she was seven, debated suicide, and put on a happy act for everyone.
I saw Demi Lovato, heard her release her passion as she walked through a desert laced with glass for her newest video, Skyscraper. I felt her strength, her sorrow, and everything she had been suffering through.
It's very dark in here, and I'm cold. I remember seeing her newest picture; she took her first picture of herself in a bikini, saying she never had the confidence to do that before. She was gorgeous...She always was...on the inside and out. Now, I know it's getting late, and she's trying hard to get here. I remember that dream...before we knew anything was wrong...where she was suffering, alone in her bed. I remember how it felt when I fell in love with her, and I know what it feels like to know she's safe now. I take comfort in knowing Selena Gomez was with her through all of this.
I still love you, Demi, and I think I always will. Suddenly, the door opened, letting in a bright light. She walked in, and sat down next to me.