"Hayley!" Demi calls up the stairs.
"Coming!" I yell back, running down the stairs, wincing a little from the friction on my fresh cuts.
"Hi! I'm back for the day. Are you feeling better?" She hugs me and I sigh.
"A bit," I reply a few tears forming at the memory of my school morning.
"Good," Demi smiles. "I'll make us supper."
I groan. I had managed to miss lunch since Demi wasn't home, but, of course, she won't let me get out of eating supper.
"I can help," I reply. At least then I can figure out and try to control the calories and fat going into my food. I'm still going to try to purge, though.
Demi actually makes a salad, which I'm grateful for.
"No dressing please," I try to beg.
"You need it," Demi replies, dumping a whole packet of dressing on top of the salad. I almost gag thinking of the fat, but don't complain.
Demi separates the salad onto two plates, giving me less than herself, which brings a small smile of relief that disappears just as soon as it comes, knowing that I'm still going to have to eat it all.
I eat most of my salad, then sit back. "I'm done," I announce, looking at Demi.
"No you aren't," she corrects. "You will finish, and then you will help me clean up."
I inwardly groan, then take another forkful. I want to beg, but I don't want to come across as bratty.
I finish after Demi, but she smiles when I finish my whole plate with only a little salad dressing left behind. I bring my plate to the counter and walk to the bathroom so I can throw up.
"No!" Demi sternly warns before grabbing my arm.
"I just need to pee," I explain. I actually don't, but she doesn't need to know that.
"Then you have to let me stand outside the door."
"Fine," I grump, walking back into the kitchen to help Demi clean up.
Demi checks the clock once we're finished. "You can go now," she says.
"Thank you," I sass, still upset.
"If you need to talk..." Demi starts, but I walk away before she can finish the sentence.
As I make it up to my room, I slam the door a little too dramatically and take off my sweater. The bandages are partially soaked through, but not too badly. I change into sweat pants and put a tank-top on over my bra. I fix my ponytail and start doing jumping jacks. Then, I move to crunches. I must burn off this fat!
Almost an hour later, I'm exhausted. So, I lay in bed and quickly fall asleep. I hope I have exercised enough.
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Left Out (Demi Lovato)
FanfictionA 13 year old orphan makes a new friend who introduces her to the music of popstar, Demi Lovato. But, what her friend doesn't know, is that this girl has some of the same problems that Demi did. (Cover made by: @IAmALovatic4Life)
