Well there are no reviews yet, but the story must go on. So here's the 2nd chapter of the story, but the beginning will be told from Demi's POV. So hope you enjoy it… and please, review or comment!

Then again, I don't own anyone because it's fiction!

Well today was well, I don't know. I met some good people since I got there. Most importantly is my connection with Dr. Byrd. He's a nice guy. Jeremy? Well I can say he's a "love to hate him" type of guy.

Who am I kidding?

I still feel like I have nowhere to go in this place because, well, it's rehab. With many others who need the help they can get. If I didn't snap out in the middle of the tour I could have not ended up here, but I have no choice, I have to do this, it's my problem, and I have to solve it on my own, with no one to seek help from but this place.

I wish I can stay with my mom instead, and be with my sister Madison, instead of being here, but I have to do this, so I can recover. After all, no pain no gain right?

As I stayed in my room looking at my family portrait, someone knocked on my door. It was Dr. Byrd.

He said, "Demi, are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah. I am."

"Well I guess you should be happier, someone sent you a letter, probably a fan. Sender won't allow anyone to read the letter except you. He might have a big preference of privacy." He handed me the letter and I was curious on how would someone send me a letter in rehab?

Dr. Byrd was right. The sender was serious that no one else but me can read the letter. As I opened it I felt like it's going to be a hate letter, except it wasn't. It came from an 8-year old boy who did believe in me, no matter what I've been currently.

The kid's name was Daniel… and he knows about what I've been right now… yet, he gave me hope. That thought alone made me think, out of all the fans I met and read letters from, his might have been the most serious yet thoughtful and supportive of all of them. A tear fell down my cheek and I almost sobbed reading it. It's like joy coming from someone you don't know in a sea of fans.

"Thank you Daniel," was all I can say while crying a bit, and clinging the letter in my chest.

Later on I decided to write him back that afternoon, before the post worker in the rehab sends the mail for the day.

Daniel

Throughout school I was still thinking of her and how she's doing. It was Science class. So busy thinking of how would she feel if she read my letter that I didn't noticed the teacher calling me.

"Daniel!"

I snapped out of the thinking phase and said, "Um yes?"

"Daniel I'm worried about you, this is Science class, and yet your mind is somewhere else. Are you paying attention?"

"Sorry sir."

"Daniel, as a teacher it's my duty to let you learn. You should stay in my classroom after this. Then you can tell me everything else."

"Sure Mr. Grissom. Sorry for not paying attention to you."

A few minutes later it was go time for all students except me. Mr. Grissom asked me, "ok Daniel, the reason I want you to stay after class because I've noticed you're thinking somewhere else. Is there a problem in your life that you want to tell me Daniel?"

"Ok but if I tell you will you not let the entire class to know it?"

"Ok I'll do this, and yeah it's not punishment or a sermon for not paying attention. Ok now what is it?"

"Well I'm thinking about someone who needed a helping hand, thus why I'm on the worried side of stuff."

"Who is this person you're worried about?"

"Demi Lovato."

The teacher just chuckled and said, "Daniel, the person can do it without your help. Unless you're willing to help out in this time of healing maybe then I would have noticed it better."

"So you do understand?"

"Yeah I guess, I used to be a teacher to Juvenile Delinquents. Those who lost their way in life and wanting to ease out the pain in their lives by doing bad stuff, like being with bad influences. But Demi is different. The reason why she's there because she needed help in her life because deep inside she's hurting."

"So you do know?"

"Like I don't read news every day."

He patted me on the shoulder and told me, "If you're willing to help her out, do the best you can. That's all I can tell you. Encourage her with happiness in your heart."

"Thanks Mr. Grissom. Can I go now?"

"You're dismissed."

I finally got home and the first thing I did was check the mailbox. As I opened it, I saw nothing. And I was thinking, maybe it's not time yet… I decided to go in and I was surprised Dad was home before me.

"Dad, why are you home early?"

"I was waiting for you but I thought you might want to alone time with friends so I didn't call you. And yeah your mom won't be home early, she's still busy with a last minute thing she had to do and might take up all night to do this."

My mom sometimes had work to do outside her time schedule. Thus, why my dad was currently making dinner for just me and him. Then he said, "oh and someone sent you a letter. It doesn't say where it came from, nor state who wrote it."

"Dad, where'd you put it?"

"In your room."

"Thanks dad."

I hurried up to my room and saw it in my desk and I did read the envelope. It just said, For Daniel. I was curious on who wrote it, so I still opened the letter and I was surprised on how the letter was written. It was like it was sweet as honey and stuff like that.

And I read that letter. It was written:

Dear Daniel,

Thanks for writing to me. I felt tears in my eyes when I read your letter; it was heartwarming and touched my soul. I never knew in my life in the showbiz that someone would have the courage to write me a letter of care to me because most letters I get are mostly fan letters, but yours stood out among the rest. It wasn't a fan letter… it's a letter of hope. and you did yours so filled with hope, faith and trust in me I knew that in my time of need, you came out in a sea of fans, just to tell me kind, heart touching words of belief to me. Thanks so much Daniel, that I felt Like talking to you. If it's ok with you, can you write me back every day? I'll always wait for your letters. The reason I asked is because I felt like no one to talk to outside the rehab staffers except you, who always believes in me. Hope you'll keep up your normal life, and always pray for me. I'll wait for your reply.

The girl that believes in you,

Demi

I then thought… I nailed it! Now she won't be sad every day. So I decided to write her a reply letter…

Well there's the letter that finally got to her. What would Daniel write next? Stay tuned…

And for those wondering how the letter got so fast, the letter came to Demi a day after it was sent, and the reply came two days after Demi wrote the reply letter.