Chapter 1: All Night Long - Edited

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Demi Lovato Fan Fiction

Book 1: It Was a Mistake But I am Unbroken Now <-- this book ;)

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

Note: Remember this is the new edited version. I will slowly but surely be editing through this entire story. These chapters will be longer and include many more scenes you haven't read before. So make sure to give me some feedback :)

Chapter 1: All Night Long

I walked into the bathroom like I do every night. My parents have no idea; they think I'm asleep. I take the blade out of pocket where I always kept it and rolled up the sleeves to my favorite hoodie. The scars on my wrist were multiplying day by day as my life just kept getting worse. I slowly cut my left wrist and blood started dripping onto the towel lying on my lap. I also did the laundry, my parents never saw it. From an outside view, my life was great, perfect even but they didn't know what I had to live with; two successful parents and a celebrity brother. I was their disappointment child. I went to a public school and had a different last name than my brother. I get average grades and I have no outstanding talents. I am Kayla Dane, their disappointment child, and my brother is David Stanley, the famous singer/actor. There’s no way that I will ever be able to compete with them. Maybe that’s why Alicia’s not here anymore. I can’t handle this kind of pressure anymore. It’s all too much and my brain can’t handle much more of it.

Tears dripped from my eyes falling onto the towel, mixing with all the blood and as I cut again this time on the other wrist. I cried harder and harder as I watched my wrists bleed out. The more I kept over thinking about my life, the more I cut into my wrists. It’s a vicious cycle that never ends. I don’t think it ever will. It happens every night and I can’t stop it. I felt depressed about my life, so I cut, but after it was done I regretted it. I know how horrible cutting is, but my depression gets the best of me every time. I don’t have control over what I do. I waited until my wrists were done bleeding before I put my sleeves down and put the razor back in my pocket. I walked to the laundry room and put the towel in the wash before returning to my room and going to sleep. Nobody will ever know; except me.

I woke up the next morning and the same thoughts always ran through my head, "Fuck My Life," I mumbled to myself before getting up off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned the heat on high before taking off my clothes and hopping in making sure to take the razor out of my pocket and setting it on the sink. I got out the shower, put a towel around myself, and grabbed my stuff before walking back into my room. The bathroom was connected to my room so my parents barely ever saw me in the morning. That’s exactly the way I want it too. I don’t want to constantly be reminded of what an annoyance I am to them. I opened my drawers and grabbed the first pair of underwear and bra I saw. I put them on along with my favorite dark skinny jeans. I slid on a black tank top to go with my favorite black hoodie. I went to the mirror and grabbed my brush. I just sat there looking at myself before mumbling "Could I get any uglier?" and walking away. I ran the brush through my hair and threw it on the floor. I grabbed my bag, and mp3 running out of my room and heading down the stairs where I knew my parents would be waiting for me. Well, maybe not my dad. He’s probably in his study where he is every morning and every night. At least I never have to face him.

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