Most people think your life was always perfect. Perfect parents, perfect families, 'just luck'. Everyone saw the confident persona you put on. That's what the life of a pop singer is. Making yourself look strong and firm...while there is just that part of you that's just wanting to bawl your eyes out. Brands and sometimes even directors screaming your name to get you.

But no one knows the love deprived little girl inside you. The little girl that was doing everything to get her parents' love and attention. Your mother was a narcissist and your dad was a man who only cared about having a child to get more money. Two people who are so unhealthy and bad, that it would make people wonder how they got a cheerful and healthy kid as you...if they knew your life and parents. So, in order to cover that lonelyness for that comforting love, you just made jokes in interviews or everywhere the camera's were

Tonight was your last show in California, big lights, flashy outfits and heels that you could barely walk in. You didn't see nor realize that your biggest fan...or more like stalker was there, front-row. Right infront of you, watching you dance and sing your heart out. Just right before your song, you always had a 'ritual'. You would pick a fan and have a night out with them. Dangerous-but you cared about your fans more than your safety. And you picked Anima, unknowingly picking your stalker.

After your concert, you immediately got off the stage and got into more comfortable shoes and clothes, yet still flashy. The carnival was fun, riding the attractions and eating fries. But after Anima had given you a bottle of water. You happily accepted it and drank from it, only to pass out a few minutes later from the drug that was in it.

You don't even know how long it was before you woke up, but when you woke up, you found yourself looking around the room. Seeing the walls adorned with your face, vinyls, signed art cards and merch with much more. The thing what bothered you the most is how you felt that someone was sliding your skirt off. Convinced it was a pervert, you tried to push the hands away, but you were still weak and groggy.

"Hey, hey. Easy there, don't worry. I'm just going to change your clothes okay? I'm not going to do anything."

Anima said, placing your hands back on your side again, taking your skirt and shoes off, taking a set of pajamas and sliding the pajama pants on you. Relieved that it wasn't too big for you. Well...you were a pretty short person. You didn't bother her anymore, you just...felt safe with the touch, like a mother helping her daughter. You felt comfort in the couch, finally getting the attention and comfort you always wanted to have, even if it was from your stalker.

"There there, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

Anima added, taking your shirt off and switching it with the blouse from the pajama set. Finished with switching your outfit, she layed back down besides you on the bed. Pulling your still weak and groggy body against her chest, a comforting and motherly loving hand slipping into your hair. Caressing your hair like a mother would do to comfort her child. Finally safe enough and feeling the warmth and comfort you never had, you leaned in it, you nuzzled yourself against your hand. Even if she drugged you to take you to here, her place.

"It's okay...You're safe with me."

She said after a moment of silence, the words comforting yet also obsessive. Her eyes just admiring your face, silent yet calm. Your eyes closed as you enjoyed the warmthness you receive. The sleeping drug in your system, but feeling safe with the warm hands and body beside you.