Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

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Demi's P.O.V

Tyler Shield did my photo shoot and it was simply so unreal to see myself on Vogue magazine. Many people were interested in my story so I decided to stay in LA for on more week. I just wanted to escape for a bit from the awkward situation I created back in New York.

Yes, I accept it I fucked up.

I had been talking to Kris over the phone and she was getting really angry because of the fact that I wasn't taking my medecine.
I wasn't doing it on purpose. It only made me feel tired and low, so low. I felt alive, myself without it. I sure owned a big ass excuse to everyone but I needed some time myself. I was stressed, lonely and sick. And still, hadn't heard a word from Harry. It made me angry and sad at the same time, but disappointment is disappointment and I had fault. But I wasn't the only one to blame.

Everybody just blamed me for everything that happened around.

And I hated it.

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I came back at the hotel with a killing pain in my stomach and a fuzzy mind. As soon as I arrived my room I hit the toilet and practically vomited everything I had been eating the last days. Or should I say the little I have eaten the last days. I was busy, had interviews, thing. There was no time to eat and I wanted to be fit. I flushed the toilet and dragged myself to the sink.

I was so dizzy.

I let the water run and wiped my mouth with my hand, and as soon as I put it down I noticed with a foggy vision that there was a red substance all over my hand.

Blood, it was blood.

Suddenly I had the urge to cough and soon enough the blood started again and again until I felt the sore taste all over my throat.
I hit the floor gasping for air, screaming for help with that much of voice I had left in me.
But soon I passed out.

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Harry's P.O.V

Kris' call quality sucked balls, but I couldn't blame her. There was a crazy storm outside and the lights were all out. I ran to my car and stormed inside with wet clothes. Dammit, the weather.
I started driving to the hospital Demi usually went. I was angry with her, but just the idea of her getting sick scared me and I was not ready for worse.

I arrived at the stupid hospital in fifteen minutes and pulled the door open. Reaching the receptionist, I asked her for Demi Lovato and she told me to follow her.

We arrived at the emergencies and I saw Kris sitting on a chair with her head in her palms and eyes closed.
"Kris?" I called running to her.
She lifted herself and stood up as soon as she saw me.
"God, thank you. You're finally here."
"How is she?" I asked.
"She's bad Harry. Really bad. They found her in the bathroom of her room, drowning in blood and pale as fuck."
"Jesus." I whispered as a shiver ran through my spine. "Fuck.. What did the doctors say?"
"They're taking care of her but they don't seem very optimistic about it." Kris said. "Fuck. Why did it have to be like this?"
A doctor exited the emergency room and we rushed to him in panic.
"How is she?"
The doctor sighted and shook his head.

"I have to be honest with you, I'm sorry. I'm afraid she has only some days left."

I felt a sharp pain in my chest and backed off. It couldn't be true.
"Are you kidding? She was fine before! She was-"
"Her situation is really grave right now. Please calm down." the doctor tried.

My eyes burned and I turned at them.

"Help her! Do something!" Kris yelled.
"I am sorry." the doctor said again and again.
"There's nothing we can do."