Demi Lovato Fan Fiction
Book 1: It Was A Mistake But I am Unbroken Now
Book 2: Here We Go Again When Two Worlds Collide
Book 3: Love is Loud Enough to Stop Hate
Book 4: That's How You Know to Believe in Me
Book 5: Let it Go For the Gift of a Friend
Chapter 18: Our Time is Here
Come on, come on, you know
It's your time to move it's my time to move
Come on, come on, let go
Leave it all behind, your past and mine.
“Does this look like it fits right?” I asked Aunt Maria as I walked out of the dressing area.
“That’s perfect! Practice walking. Walk to me.”
I walked towards with my best modeling walk and she clapped.
“Okay?” I asked.
She nodded, “Amazing. I think all of your clothes are done for the show now. Are you ready for tomorrow?”
“I hope so,” I nodded back. “What do you think Anna?”
She smiled, “I’m actually kind of jealous. You need to give me one of everything.”
“Deal,” I laughed. “You’ll be there right?”
“Obviously, my grandparents are dropping me off and I’m going home with your family.”
“How does it feel to be back by the way?” I asked her. She returned to her grandparents’ house last week after a long conversation at the sober house. I’m so proud of her for taking the step to go home.
She smiled slightly, “It’s an adjustment. My grandparents let me paint my bedroom and I’ve unpacking and rearranged all my things. It feels like a brand new start.”
“That’s amazing,” I smiled. “I’m really proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me too. That reminds me, I want to show you that song.”
“Come with me,” I said as I returned to the dressing area. I slipped out of the outfit and got back into the outfit I came here in. “If you have the song with you then you can come home with me and we can use our mini studio.”
“Yeah I have it in my bag,” she answered. “That sounds good.”
“Did you finish it?” I asked.
She replied, “I think so. I might need help on editing it though.”
“What’s it about again?”
“The direction of the song changed from my original idea but it’s about what I’ve been through since rehab… and before rehab I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
I heard her sigh, “I kept telling these lies. I created a completely different person and I forgot who I even was. I lied to everybody. I did the same thing in rehab too. I started changing at the end of rehab just before I got out. I changed even more in the sober living house after our accident. I need to figure out who I am.”
I stepped out of the dressing area with my purse in my hand.
“It sounds like a great song. I can’t wait to hear it.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Why?” I asked.
She shrugged, “I’m not used to being the one singing a song for the first time. You usually write the songs and we perform it together.”
“It’ll just be us there’s nothing to be nervous about. Is that all?” I changed the subject when I approached Aunt Maria.
“Until tomorrow,” she answered, “Have a good night. Tell your mom I said hi.”
“I will,” I hugged her. “Bye.”
Anna and I went straight to the studio in my house when we got home. I took out my guitar and gave it to Anna. I sat in one of the chairs and she sat on the couch.
“What’s it called?” I asked.
“I don’t know yet.”
I smiled, “Okay, go.”
Sitting here wondering where I went wrong.
I lied my way to you
and I lied my way through life.
I thought it would all go away,
never expected it all to pile up.
I wanna be me,
but what is the lie?
Wanna be me,
but what does that mean?
I knew right away Anna wouldn’t keep a straight face singing this. It was remarkable seeing the emotional she put into the song. It’s like she’s meant to sing. I sat listening to the song quietly.
I lied to you
I was stuck in a box.
The colors were drained,
But I didn’t see the damage.
A floating blur, is not a life.
I lied my way to you,
and I lied my way through life,
but you understood that.
She smiled over at me and I knew that part was about me. I always understood that because I was with her in rehab too. I lied and kept secrets in there too because I didn’t know what else to do. I smiled back and she continued.
I thought it would all go away,
never expected it all to pile up
now I’m stuck sitting here
wondering where I went wrong.
The colors are coming back,
and the fog is fading.
I’m not a floating blur,
but what does ‘me’ mean?
I wanna be me,
but what is the lie?
Wanna be me,
but what does that mean?
My lies became the truth,
and the truth my life.
I don’t wanna lie,
but now I don’t know what to say.
I thought it would all go away
never expected it all to pile up.
Now I’m stuck sitting here
wondering where I went wrong.
I wanna be me,
but what is the lie?
Wanna be me,
but what does that mean?
I wanna be me.
Where is the lie?
“Wow…” was all I could get myself to say.
“So?” she asked nervously.
I smiled, “Honestly… I’m floored. The emotion you showed in that song… the feeling…. The tears… it was the most genuine thing I’ve ever heard from you.”
“Really?!” she asked surprised.
I nodded, “I promise. You need to write more often. How do you feel?”
She laughed, “I feel a lot better than I expected. I was nervous about singing but I have the same feeling I get when I walk out of therapy; like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
“I know that feeling. I get that same feeling when I’m writing, playing music, and drawing.”
Mom came in suddenly, “Hey girls.”
“Hi mom, did you just get home?”
“I did, any ideas on dinner?”
“I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Pizza sound good?”
“Sure,” I quickly answered. “Anna?”
“Uh… yeah sure, pizza sounds nice.”
“Pineapple right?” mom asked me.
“Yes please,” I smiled.
She laughed, “You got it. Anna?”
“I’ll have the same.”
“Okay that works out nicely.”
“Are you doing okay? With recovery I mean?” I asked Anna.
“Uh… yeah, but it’s still a struggle. I keep psyching myself out about food. Just keep talking to me while I eat to distract me from the massive amount of calories I will be eating.”
I smiled, “I can do that.”
“Thank you,” she smiled back. “I’m lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Trust me,” I told her, “I’m the lucky one.”
THE END CHAPTER 18!
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I just finished writing this sorry for the late update! I love you guys tho <3