My name is Samantha Hope Torres. I had just turned 18 but I been living on my own ever since I was 14 years old. You see I'm what you call a lesbian or gay if you prefer. My parents hate gays and they think they shouldn't be alive. That it was a sin to love the same gender as you. So mean less to say when I brought home my girlfriend Natalie they didn't agree with how I felt. So they kicked me out.
Natalie let me stay with her for a while. But two months later we had a big fight and ended breaking up. So I gotten a job, found a place of my own. Dropped out of school. School doesn't really matter to me. I was badly bullied and abused. Also why should I go to school when I needed a job in order to live and the only job opening that was left was the one that ran through the school hours?
Another thing about me is...I'm dying. I was born with a disease called "Cystic Fibrosis." I'm not going to tell you all that disease. Just the part of it that matters the most. It high effects my lungs. I often have a hard time breathing and I need to take a break. Take a puff of my inhaler, put on my breathing mask. Or if it gets really bad I have to cal 911 and get rushed into the doctor. My life is nothing but doctor visits, medicine. Dealing with that alone is the hardest thing ever.
But only I wasn't really doing it all alone. I may not have a person be there physically but I had my favorite singer Danielle or as people often call her by her nickname Demi Lovato's music. That helped me get away from it all. To keep trying to fight this.
Also there is this long distance friend whom I been talking to on twitter. She is the one who I always turn and talk to. Whenever I am sick, hurt or even scared. Her name was also Danielle. She is the sweetest thing ever.
I was told that I needed a lung transplant. Or I would die. That I only had 8 months to live with the lungs I had. But when they put me on the list I was put in the 69th spot. It's been two months and I still hadn't gotten the lung transplant. It was safe to say I was dying.
So I decided to finally do one fun thing for me. Danielle was in town on her "Neon Lights Tour." I had spent my savings on concert tickets along with sound check and Meet & Greet passes. I wanted to meet Danielle to thank her for keeping me going. And maybe even hug her. If it is okay with her. I know everything about her from her mental illnesses, drinking, drugs, and of course the rehab. I loved how she shared her story to help other people who are struggling with anything to get help.
I gotten up slipped on my boots and jacket. It was winter time so it was cold. I looked into my purse double checking to make sure my inhaler, tickets and passes and some money were in there. Along with a letter I wrote to her. I never met a celeb before but I heard stories of how people broke down crying meeting them or froze up and couldn't speak. I didn't want to risk not getting to say what I wanted to say to her. Before I die. After I was sure everything was good. I went outside to my car and gotten inside it. I took a deep breath and started the car. I drove off to were the concert was taking place.