Feeling the warmth spread across her face, Demi let out a bright smile. She loved the feeling of the sun rays shining down on her facial features. The warm and comforting light on her face reminded her of how grateful she was that her other sense still remained in tact.

Being blind meant that Demi had to use her other senses to enjoy the beautiful bright day that was in front of her. Even though she couldn't see the bright sun shining above her, she could feel the warmth on her skin, smell the fresh scent of roses that grew in her back yard,she could hear her two sisters playing with each other.

That was enough to tell her that today was a beautiful day.

Even though Demitria Devonne Lovato was without sight, that didn't mean that she couldn't see everything that was in front of her. In fact, she saw the world in ways that no one else could. She saw true beauty in everything.

As she adjusted the dark glasses that covered her eyes, she felt the vibration of a pair of very small feet rushing towards her. Instantly she knew that her younger sister was running in her direction.

"Demi!" her little sister called out, a huge grin plastered over her cheeks as she threw her arms around her big sister's neck.

"Hey Maddie!" Demi hugged her little sister back, running a free hand through the younger girl's locks.

"I won again dems! I beat Dallas again at hop scotch! I kicked her butt!" the younger half sister triumphantly stated. Demi let out a giggle at her little sister's recent victory.

"Alright Maddie! Way to go!" She lifted her hand for the congratulatory high five from her little sister as she heard another pair of footsteps walking towards her direction. Demi could just imagine the look of defeat on her older sister's face.

"You seem to be losing your touch Dal." The blind girl called out to her sister as she felt her presence from right behind her body.

The eldest Lovato sibling just let out a breathy sigh and shook her head.

"She got lucky was all. I'll beat her one day."

"Yeah I don't think so Dallas. It's commonly known that you kinda suck at Hop Scotch. I'm starting to think I can beat you."

"Any time, any place sis." Dallas replied, plopping down on the seat next to Demi, taking a sip from her sister's iced tea.

As Demi was about to respond with another clever one liner, she turned her head to the noise of a large truck pulling up to the drive way of the house next to theirs.

"Hey Dal, when did we get new neighbors?"

Dallas looked over Demi's shoulders to see the large truck coming to a stop. She smirked at her sisters perceptiveness. Even for someone in Demi's condition, she was still very observant. Sometimes she wondered if her sister had some sort of precognitive foretelling abilities.

"The Gomez's? I think they moved in sometimes early last week."

"Yeah that;s when mom and dad paid them a visit. They also have a daughter. She's pretty scary." The youngest half sibling interjected while letting out a slight shudder. Demi just brought her brow up at Madison's recent comment. An interesting word to describe someone.

"Maddie, shush. That isn't nice." Dallas replied turning towards the youngest sister. This just brought up more question in Demi's mind as she furrowed her brow together.

"Is there something wrong with her?" Demi asked curiously tilting her head to the side. Awaiting Dallas's hesitant response. The older girl just shrugged her shoulders.

"You got me. Madison was the only one that saw her when she went up to use the bathroom."

"Well I only saw a glimpse of her when I was upstairs. But from what I saw, it looked like part of her face was all messed up. Something like you would see in a horror movie!"

Demi felt a wave sadness wash over her after she heard her younger half sister's description of the next door neighbor. Feeling trapped inside and socially "unappealing" was something she was all to familiar with. And hearing Madison's way of describing the girl made her heart go out to her next door neighbor.

"Maddie sweetie." Demi slid out of her chair, kneeling down so she could face her younger sister at eye level. "Do you know what this girl is feeling like right now?"

"Not really no." Madison replied, shaking her head in confusion, wondering where Demi was going with all of this.

"Well right now she's probably feeling very sad and alone right now. She didn't ask to look 'something out of a horror movie.' Sometimes when people look a certain way, people tend to think the worse about them. Even when it's not true."

She placed her hands on her half sibling's shoulders and rubbed them gently. "She probably needs someone to be nice to her right now and be her friend. And I know for a fact that you are a very friendly person Madison. You think you can do that for me?" Demi asked.

She was greeted by a nod from the smaller girl. "Yeah I can do that Dems."

Demi's lips smirked as she embraced her sister in a hug. The eldest sibling looked down at her two family members bonding as a proud smile reached her face. The middle child always acted wise beyond her years.

"You know that's some good advice sis. Maybe you ought to follow up on that."

Demi shrugged her shoulders, thinking back to what she had told her little sister just now.

"Maybe I will."

She use to be beautiful. She use to be on top of the world as one of Disney's most popular rising star. Always living in the limelight and always loved by millions, Selena Gomez felt like she was untouchable. Like nothing in this world could stop her momentum.

She was wrong. Now she lives her life surrounded by darkness, cutting off the outside world, too ashamed to face anyone. She couldn't face anyone in her condition anyways.

Not like this. Looking down at the scattered photos around her bed, she pics one up, taking a long glance at the smiling brown haired girl in front of her. A creature with a flawless face.

'Where did that girl go?' she found herself asking that question time after time. Looking up at the large vanity mirror in front of her, she stared at the reflection of a broken shell of what she use to be. Someone that brought joy to the world was now someone who couldn't even face the people living on her street.

Bringing her hands to the left side of her face, she ran her fingers down the deep scars that permanently disfigured her. Gritting her teeth in seething anger, she could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes. She hated what she had become. She hated what that fateful night had turned her into.

In anger, she furiously ripped the photos she had in her possessions in half. Tearing them into small pieces, she chucked the remains of her tattered memories to the ground. Slumping to the ground, she let her body curl up in a tiny ball, as she began to shake uncontrollably.

Letting out a heart breaking wail she allowed the tears that formed to roll down her cheeks. It was hopeless for her. Utterly hopeless.

After all, who could ever love someone like her?