My Savior Lied (Demi Lovato Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- I ain't the same.

Charlotte's Pov.

You wouldn't ever in your life be expected to be dumped at your dad's for the rest of your cruel life because your mother dosen't want you! Right thought so, but I did. See being 3 years old and vulnerable also innocent,I didn't suspect anything wrong that morning...

Flashback...

"Mommy where are we going?"

She stared blankly at me not saying a word. Yeah sure I was confused the fact that my mother didn't answer straight away.

She finally plucked up the courage and said. "Charlotte,hunny I'm gonna be gone a long time." She paused and looked at me before continuing."Your going to live with your dad."

"But why mommy?" Her face expression changed from sad to angry. "Because okay I never even wanted you to be born Charlotte! Your a waste of space!" I blinked back tears and stared out the window. For a three year old I was pretty smart and I understood thoose words better than ever.Soon I was in my dad's house staring at the wall nothing but tears in my eyes.

Flashbacks ends....

But that stuff's gone now right.She has never come back and to be honest I don't want her. She can stick a bone up her ass if she thinks that i'm taking her back. Huh puh-lease!!!

"Charr,come downstairs please." I climbed off the roof,my escape place. I thought about everything here and also let my guard down. Anyway I relcutantly walked downstairs towards the sound of my father's voice.

"Yeah?" I asked."Come here." he replied. I walked towards the kitchen to find my two sister's sitting at the table with my dad. "Yeah dad?" I sighed. "Meg,Beth give us a minute." he said as I sat down. "What's up dad?" I asked concered by his expression."Babygirl your mother want's to see you." Without no hesitation I replied.

"No!" Slamming my fist on the table."Please Charr it..." I glared at him. "No! and that's final,I hate her,you know that dad. She won't care, she's messed up,don't you agree?!"

He looked at me sternly."Charlotte!" His gaze softened. "Look princess, she's coming tomorrow,even if you don't like it."

I swore a full string of words before he gave up talking to me and sent me to my room. I yelled in fustration and anger as I walked upstairs to my room. I grabbed my blade from the counter in my bathroom. I cried as I swayed my blade across my hip.

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A couple more for being imperfect. This was my only release apart from singing and sitting on the roof. I stripped down and climbed in the shower. The stinging of the cuts gave me pain but strangely they also gave me relief. I jumped out and dried myself. Soon after putting my pjs on and falling asleep. I normally don't but I guess I was too tired. In every way.