Sometime in the future…

The wind hit my face like an invisible rush of water. My hair whipped and streamed behind me like a wild horse's mane. I laughed, and heard Selena laugh with me. Her hair flowed like liquid behind her, and she moved with the liquid grace of a swan on water. And in that moment I knew that she was unparalleled to anything else in the universe. Even though I had known from the start that she was someone more than special, the feeling that lifted me with wings and lent them to my feet was more than I had ever felt in my entire life. She had been with me for twelve long years. Our friendship had been tortured and stretched, battered, ripped, and bruised. And through all that Selena still came back to me. She came to me as an angel in disguise on that day in Texas when we stood out in the heat. She came to me when I had no one else and soothed my mangled body and soul, holding it gently until it could finally learn how to walk and run again. Without fear, without hate and without anger. Freedom was an luxury many killed for, and Selena had killed the demons inside me with a weapon ageless as the Bible and more potent than a nuclear power bomb.

She killed my demons with love and she taught me how to as well. I help other people now; I make a difference, more a difference than I ever could've back in Texas. I was a shining beacon of hope in the dark for those wallowing in the murky depths that I was once trapped in. The tangled web of toxicity and shadow would be no more. I would tear through with my sword of light, and Selena at my side. My hope would stir a revolution against those who struck me down - struck us - down. Together we were more power than any force of nature, human or not. My call was stronger than the pull of the full moon to the tide, the wolf to its pack, the commander to his army.

I was Demi, plain and simple. I wore the golden halo around my head, not because of beauty or blessing. I wore because I was a star in the darkness, a dying soul that refuse to be snuffed out. I wore it to show others that the darkness was not and is not forever. The dark will only scare and corrupt you as long as you let it. The yoke of fame was another layer to the blanket of darkness that encircled and smothered me to the ground. With the help of Selena and people that loved I threw it off and cast it to the side into a bottomless chasm where I would never be able to find it again and it would never be able to find me.

I was the voice of the voiceless, the catalyst of change, the rebel leading the revolution.

I am Demi Lovato and I am a skyscraper, standing tall in the midst of the ruins.

(I'm too nice to leave this chapter that short ;)

Selena is my doorway to love, my heart to my soul, the answer to each and every question.

And she was all mine.

My heart swelled with joy and happiness, growing stronger with every stride. Without even giving a thought, I drove myself forward with a burst of unexplainable vigor. I can only to my best to describe this feeling, but it was as if the very earth and sky - the air around me - supplied my the relentless flow that sped me through the autumn forest. The golden leaves rushed by in a whirlwind of gold and orange. The energy poured into my body like a raging tidal wave. I soaked it in the way the land would soak in rain after a long drought. I felt energy, I felt power, I felt love, and I felt my Selena.

I was aware of every twitch of my sinews and the feeling of freedom was a warm, inescapable vise that coiled around my mind. Selena and I may not have a psychic bond, but we're as close to it as anyone will ever get. I threw back my head and even as out of breath I was, I let out a wordless cry of freedom from everything that had ever touched me with twisted intentions. That scared girl in middle school is gone forever, and so is that seven year old girl in Texas. But the real me is here now. The one who cares enough to open her story to millions, who's determined enough to pull through the worst. And by the side of every great one, there is the unseen guider behind it all.

Selena had nurtured the tiny golden spark, tenderly coaxing until finally, that spark became a flame, and the flame turned into a blazing fire. But the golden fire didn't destroy, it created. It touched blackened hearts, turning them pure and good-willed. Thin veins of golden flame touched people around the world in no less than a few seconds. Then the world - planet Earth - was encompassed in its own sphere of light, almost as bright as the sun, and still glowed to this day. The small children, the teenagers, the young adults, their black, damaged hearts were touched gently with a spark that gradually brightened, until like mine, it burst into a small flame. Friends and family fueled the tiny golden fire with love and care, and the flame became bright and strong.

With the power of love.

I used to think that that saying was no more than the garbled words of some hopeless romantic, but they were true. Without love there could be no hate or anger. Without love there was no determination, for love of something always drives you on. Love is everything, if anyone bothered to just think about it they would see that it's true. We care for our children because we love them, not because we have to or we're supposed to. We mourn a death because we loved that person.

Love is everything, and love is what brought me back from the brink.

Selena is love.

She was tormented by the same people I was; bullies. They stabbed at her with hurtful taunt because she had reached a TV show that was for young children. They taunted her cruel, like a man constantly kicking and beating a dog that already has black and purple bruises. But she pulled through, because back then, she had been stronger than me. She believed in herself, the same way I believed in her now. She knew that she would make it one day, and she stayed unscarred and unbroken.

And what better way to get back at the bullies than show them that the two girls they tried to tear down were rising to the call of fame?

Imagine how you would feel if someone you had tormented without regret was suddenly on your TV screen, smiling and well. Would you ignore it? Or would it feel worse than any physical pain you could ever imagine because it wouldn't heal like a scar? It would hurt even worse when you found out that you could relate to that person by the music and such because they sing and talk about what happened to you before you meet them with a twisted heart and bloody claws, and you realize that you're both the same and you're destroyed something that can never be recreated. You're guilty and you finally realize your mistake, and what you did for fun in the past was wrong.

I'd say that knowing they feel that way is better than revenge.

I used to want to strike and lash out because I was wounded and needed some way to protect myself. Selena told me I didn't need to hit and bruise to get my vengeance. She channeled my wounded fire into determination so I could push myself past everything grabbing out at me with black claws. I pushed myself on with the determination to show that I was better, and that I had risen above, and I was going to show the whole world that as well. When I tried to push myself beyond my limits, Selena gently coaxed me back. When I was fuming with frustration, she doused the flame.

Selena is my everything, and when I'm ready I want the whole world to know that too.

I want the world to see us hold hands without fear. Hug and kiss without feeling or hearing disgust from others. I want the world to know that I love Selena Gomez and Selena Gomez loves me. I think Selena is the perfect role model for anyone, young or old. She's shown that you can still be gentle and loving even after having taunt after taunt thrown after you. The kind of person that cares about the people around her, and won't rest until she knows that they're okay.

She's perfect and she's all mine.

She's mine and she will always be until the end of time.

I love you, Selena Gomez, and I promise I always will.

Marry me?

Hmmm...should this be the end? I have an EXTREME lack of ideas for this story.