The Story Of Alexandria Lovato 1

Faking Recovery

Alex's POV:

I wake up at four in the morning from a nightmare. I carefully untangle myself from Demi and go to the bathroom, my demons chanting at me to cut and purge. I lock the door and turn the shower on so Demi won't hear what I'm really doing in here.

I purge in the toilet until only blood comes up. Then I furiously slice my thighs deeply. Then the thoughts come.

Is recovery really worth it? I think I'm just going to fake it and pretend I'm getting better, so Demi will leave me alone and let me go back and live with my parents.

I clean the floor with a black towel and toss it in the laundry bin. I go out of my room and sit down at my desk in my room. Demi is still asleep. I grab my songbook and start writing. After I have the lyrics worked out, I grab my guitar and start to figure out the tune.

I sing along quietly, and then Demi creeps up behind me.

"Did you write that?" Demi asks.

"Yes I did." I say.

"It is very beautiful."

"Thanks."

"We are leaving in an hour. Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"I need to shower I'll be out soon." Demi goes in the bathroom and locks the door. Soon I hear the shower running.

I notice that Demi left her phone plugged in. I smirk and grab her phone. I type in her password, 0138, the date she got out of rehab.

I go on her Twitter and tweet, "Follow my sister @Alex_Lovato she's the bomb!" "I love Alex! She's my bæ!" "I am so immensely proud of Fifth Harmony on their new album, especially Camilla." "I'm doing a follow spree!"

I then do a follow spree and follow ten lovatics and dm them. Then Demi comes out of the bathroom and snatches her phone out of my hand.

"What were you doing on there?" Demi asks.

"I went on twitter, tweeted some things, did a follow spree, and sent some dms." I say.

Demi says, "I'm not really mad but we have to leave like now."

We go downstairs and Max drives us to the airport. When we get there, he opens our doors for us and leads us through the airport. Demi signs a few autographs and takes some pictures on the way.

We get into the airplane and I call the window seat. As the plane takes off, I sit there looking at what I've left behind and thinking about things to do to convince Demi that I'm recovering.