TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
{ Rebecca pov }
"April 10 2017, 9:27 am.
Mom, Dad, Dallas, Demi, Madison, I love you all, this isn't your fault. Please don't blame your selves, this is my fault. I let it get this far and now I can't take it. I tried to act happy in hopes that I'd believe myself but I never did. Y'all tried to help me but you can't help someone who doesn't want to help themselves. I can't take this pain anymore, I can't take faking a smile, I can't do it anymore. I see very little point in living. I have scars all over my body that remind me of horrible things, I had my innocence taken away from me, I was/am bullied and no matter what we do it won't stop. I hate myself and I hate lying to everyone. By the time you finish reading this I'll be dead hopefully. I love you all so much, this isn't your fault.
Love, Rebecca"
I ripped the page out of the notebook and shakily folded it, I sobbed as I ran downstairs and fixed up the kitchen and threw the rest of the blades away and I set the note on the counter. Then went upstairs to my room and shut my door and changed my clothes into old ones, I went to the bathroom and started filling up the tub. I stared at myself in the mirror sobbing. I looked around and my phone went off "I loooooove you sister!!" It was from Demi and that made me feel even more guilty. The tub of water began to run over the sides. I grabbed the blade and got in the tub of warm water. I started to breathe heavy and hit my head on the wall behind me,
I held the razor vertically on my right wrist and just dug it deep and dragged it. I gasped and started crying harder as the stinging, burning began taking over my body. The water turned a dark red color.
{ Demi pov }
Something's been off with Rebecca but I can't put my finger on it. "Phil, I can't go on another tour.. I just had one." I argued with my manager. "Demi, I think you can, you can take Rebecca out of school and she can be your opening act." Phil tried reason with me, "school just started that's kind of mean to do that, she likes school."
"Phil, she can't go on tour when she hasn't even released her new album. We don't even know if this one will sell, if people will like it." Someone else argued, "wow, thanks for the vote of confidence." I laughed. "Sorry Demi."
"No it's okay I see where your coming from." I smiled, "So we will make the release date sooner. Start doing more press conferences, and interviews, we can have the album out in two months!"
Me and Kelsey started laughing "your crazy Phil! It isn't even finished!" I sighed and sat back in my chair as my phone went off. It was a text from Lip,
"Read this tweet, and apparently B left school early." I clicked on the link the a tweet.
" @/ddlovato Becca came by the CVS and bought blades and when I asked her about it she snapped and said none of my business, she also seemed a lil off"
I read the tweet again, "hey, um I'll be right be back." I stood up from the chair grabbing my car keys. "You can't leave were in the middle of a-" then I cut him off by closing the door and running to my car. I dialed Rebecca's number and it went to voice mail "Hey B please call me back!"
I called her again and it went to voice mail. I raced home and I parked in the drive way and slammed my car door shut. The front door wasn't locked like I left it and I looked at Rebecca's backpack. "Rebecca!" I yelled. I ran into the kitchen and noticed cabinets were opened and half closed, then I saw a piece of paper. My heart sank as I grabbed the piece of paper my eyes scanned the words "REBECCA!" I screamed in pure panic. Tears began rolling down my cheeks as I dropped the paper hoping this was all a dream. I bolted up the stairs feeling like her room got further away.
"REBECCA GOD DAMMINT!" I screamed, I threw open her bedroom door and I stepped on her carpet and water engulfed my feet. I ran to her bathroom and what I saw I can never forget. "Oh my god." I fell to knees, as I saw my sister unconscious with red water surrounding her. I stood up slipping in the process grabbing a towel "Rebecca! Please!" I yelled as tears poured down my cheeks, I pulled her out of the tub as she looked super pale, I was getting soaked in water and I grabbed my phone and I fucking dropped it in the water "No no no!" I screamed, her wrist still bleeding profusely I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around as tighter as possible, I looked around for something I could use to call 911. I saw her phone I reached for the sink and it fell off but it didn't break, I slid the emergency call and dialed 911
911: this is 911 do you need a police, firefighter, or ambulance?
Demi: Th-this is Demi Lovato and I need an ambulance right now! My sister slit her wrists, please send someone!
911: Okay Demi, I'm sending an ambulance to your location. How old is your sister? And what's her name?
Demi: sh-sh-she's 15 and and her name is R-Rebecca she's bleeding a lot!
911: Demi honey, breathe in and out.
Demi: t-the ambulance is here I'm upstairs.
911: okay, Demi I'm going to hang up now, your safe and so is your sister.
Demi: okay, t-t-thank you
And then I hung up. Paramedics came in and took my sister from me and examined her, "she has a pulse but it's slowing down. We need to get her to the emergency room right away."
"Miss. Lovato will you be riding in the ambulance?"
I nodded and I looked at my lifeless sister as they did stuff to her wrist and and put an oxygen mask on her the set her on the gurney. I followed them into the ambulance and I looked as they put stuff on her wrists and I watched in horror, "she has no pulse!" One yelled, I knew exactly what that meant. They took the CPR thing and ripped open her shirt and put the pads on her chest "Clear!" They all took their hands off my sister and it shocked her, "Nothing, charge to 200!"
"Clear!"
And nothing again. We arrived to the hospital and they helped me out and as soon as they did I started throwing up. "Ma'm please come with us." A nurse called out handing me a puke bag. I looked up and she gasped "Demi Lovato-" they whispered, I grabbed the nurse and she held me up, "Rebecca!" I screamed, as they pulled her away. "I'm gonna be sick again." I called out, the nurse opened the bag and handed it to me and I puked again, and we went inside and she brought me to the waiting room where people stared at me, I shakily got my phone and dialed my moms number.
Demi: m-mom?
Dianna: baby? What's wrong? I'm in the middle of dinner.
Demi: R-R-R
Dianna: Demi? What the hell is going on!
Demi: Rebecca is in the hospital, she-she slit her wrists- please hurry!
Dianna: -----
Demi: MOM!
Dianna: *sobbing*
Demi: m-mom please
Dianna: Demi, baby, this is daddy we are on the next flight out okay? We will be there send me the hospital and call Dallas, I don't want you alone, you hear me? I don't want to fucking alone.
Demi: I-I hear you, I -I love you daddy.
Eddie: I love you baby girl.
I hung up and dialed Dallas and told her just to meet me at the hospital right now. Paparazzi of course found me, I sat down and had my head in my hands and waited.
"Demi!" I looked up and it was Dallas, "what's going on?" She asked giving me a hug. "Rebecca- she um- she tried to kill herself." I bit my lip and then I saw Wilmer running in. "Oh my god-" Dallas took a step back from me, "w-what are you doing?" I asked.
"This is your fault!" She yelled crying. "What!?" I yelled back, I began crying even more, she began walking outside and I followed her and so did Wilmer. "How is this my fault?!"
"Because! Your never home! You never have time for her, you didn't see that she was depressed- she would not be in this position if it wasn't for you!" She yelled at me making no sense. "Dallas! How could I have none she was depressed if she never told me! You know for a fucking fact that it's not my fault! Stop blaming me!"
She started getting close to me, "she asked you to go back on her depression medicine, she told you then. You didn't give a shit to ask her more, or talk to her, make appointments for her therapist. So don't be acting so stupid!" She yelled,
"Dallas! She was going to kill her self no matter where she was! I have a job, I'm sorry that my job is not your typical job but I did all that I could! It was up to herself, she said it in her letter! So if you opened up your eyes a little more and listened you would of known that!" I yelled, "she said 'y'all try to help me, but you can help someone who doesn't want to be helped!'" I yelled shoving the letter at her.
She took it and looked at me and raised her hand and just like that my cheek began stinging, now I was facing away from her. "You-you just fucking slapped me!" I put my hand on my cheek and looked at her "I-I-"
"Get away from me." I spat at her, "Demi- I'm sorry-"
"Max!" I yelled as she got closer to me, "don't- Demi you can't be serious?!" She scoffed. Max came running to me "Yes Demi?"
"Get Dallas away from me, she fucking hit me." I spat coldly. Max's face dropped and he looked at her and then me, "You heard her, step back." He straightened his back and put his hands up and Wilmer came to me "are you okay?" He asked putting his hands on me. "Don't touch me!" And then I went back inside and went into the bathroom. I desperately wanted my mom and dad and little sister.
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