We'll Make It (Sequel to Through it Together) - Demi Lovato

Part 8

Demi's POV

'...you're too much to handle, and I can't deal with you anymore' I slam down the note and start sobbing. What happened to the nice and caring mother I had? And why is this mother saying these things to me?

I feel Dallas' arms wrap around me but I push them off. I don't want comfort right now, and I don't want Dallas worrying about me when it's her mother in the hospital too. "Demi don't do this. Don't push me away." Dallas says in my ear and I shake my head as more tears roll down my cheeks. I feel myself being lifted off the ground and sure enough, Dallas is carrying me to a seat in the waiting room.

Dallas' POV

It's been over five hours and we haven't heard any news. Suddenly, a loud noise sounding like a big group of people can be heard coming closer to us. And before Demi or I can even look in that direction, a swarm of paparazzi barges into the hospital. How is this even allowed to happen? The security tries their hardest to hold them back but some still get through.

"Demi did you relapse?"

"Demi is your mom dead?"

"Demi is it true that this is your fault?"

The asshole paparazzi yell at her. Don't they have something better to do? I flip them off as security makes their way over to us and escorts us to a more private room. Demi stares blankly at the ground, the emotion completely drained from her face. I rub my thumb over the top of her hand as I realize that Marissa and Maddie don't even know about this. "Dems?" I ask her and she looks up at me, her eyes impossible to read. "Mar and Mad need to know about this all. Do wanna come with me to tell them or stay here?" I ask her and she continues to stare into my eyes, then looks back down at the ground.

"I'll stay." She says and I look at her with shock.

"O-Okay. But I'm having a nurse watch you." I tell her and she sighs and nods. I walk out and inform the nurse that demi needs to be watched and that if she needs to go to the bathroom to go with her. The nurse nods and goes to sit next to demi. And now I have to head home. And tell my sister our mom might be dead.