Waiting

For five years I had been waiting for her to love me back.

So this is my first story on this site, I'm really apprehensive and feedback is deeply appreciated, rated T for language. Thanks and enjoy.

"I heard she's back in town." I looked at my brother

"Oh yeah, just like you heard last time?" Nicki sighed

"You need to let her go." I turned to him an angry glare set in place

"You need to leave Nick." I walked over to the door of my condo and yanked it open with so much force, I'm surprised it didn't rip off its hinges. "Now!" Nick shook his head and stood.

"Sel I love you, you know I do but this isn't healthy, and it isn't fair to your family, friends, and yourself." He gave me one last pitiful look before he took his leave. I slammed the door and slid down it. He was right, they all were. But I couldn't just fucking forget her, I loved her.

Demetria Devonne Lovato. The woman I had spent five whole years waiting for. Day in and day out. Barely sleeping eating or doing anything significant. Hoping to god she realizes she loved me too and needed to come back. We were best friends, in our little town our names went together like peanut butter and jelly. We were always together. If you saw me just look a little closer and Demi wasn't far behind. Everything was good, we were good. That is until the accident.

Demi had watched her parents die and there was nothing she could do. It was a snowy December night, her family was headed back from a restaurant where they celebrated Dallas's (Demi's older sister) engagement. The youngest Madison had been at a friend's house. Her parents had feared her safety in the weather. They were laughing and singing when all of a sudden the car began sliding. It slid all the way in to an intersection when a dump truck plowed into the car. When the car skidded to a halt at that point both Demi and Dallas had a few broken bones, bruises, and cuts. They were able to get out, but their parents were still in the car, they didn't have much time the car was on fire. Still a bit hazy after the accident Demi raced towards the driver's side yanking on the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Dems?" her father coughed out, tears began pouring down her face.

"Just wait daddy I'm gonna get you guys out." She kept pulling, "Dallas!" she yelled, "Dallas come help!" her eyes search the street frantically. She finds her sister on the floor unconscious.

"Demi, baby you have to go, okay. We love you and we are so proud of you girls, we need you guys to take care of each other you have to go." Reluctantly Demi let go and started to walk away. And just as she realized it was a mistake and turned around to go back the car exploded.

When Demi and Dallas go out of the hospital the funeral was held. It was decided that Dallas was financially stable enough to house her two sisters. They were all they had left.

It was okay for a while. Then Demi started spiraling out of control sleeping with anyone, drinking, even doing drugs. She started to forget me and hang out with all these awful people.

"I'm worried about you Dem, I think you should talk to somebody." I had been thinking of how to bring the conversation up for a while and finally after she came to me the night before drunk off her ass I did.

"Fuck off Selena." Lately she had been calling me by my real name. She knew for a fact how much it hurt me, but she did it anyway.

"I'm serious ever since the accident it's been downhill with you, you should talk to Dallas." She rolled her eyes so violently I'm sure they should have fallen out.

"I don't need this shit right now." She stood and walked out that was the last time I saw her.

A few days later word got around that Demi had overdosed. She was sent to the hospital and a week later my mom told me she was emitted into a treatment center.

Now five years later I'm still waiting even though she made it quite clear she never wanted to see me again. I needed her as much as she needed treatment. It would have been selfish of me to hinder her in any way. Only my brother and my best friend knew how I felt about Demi. Much more than a friend I loved her, but she didn't love me back.

The sound of the doorbell brought me out of my trance. I pulled open the door and there stood one of my good friends Taylor. She had been there for me through all the Demi drama.

"Hey, I'm here to cheer you up, I heard the news." She pulled in for a tight hug.

"What news?" I asked genuinely confused

"About Demi." She pulled back and held me by shoulders giving me a "duh" look,

"What about her?" I felt my heartbeat quicken,

"You didn't hear" I was growing rather impatient

"Hear What!" I said way harsher than I intended.

"She's back."