Nightingales (demi lovato fanfic)

Court trail

ELSA's POV

I think I feel asleep, I'm not sure but it was now 4:00 and I was hoping that Demi would come in to visit me. I don't think she's aloud to come though, not until my case has finished so that sucks. I don't understand why she's fighting for custody over me? Me? Out of everyone? Was she even ready to deal with that much pressure? I don't want to break her. And anyway, she doesn't want to live in her past anymore, she just wants to be happy, having me around is surely going to lower her mood. Is this even real? I feel like I'm just going to wake up in my bed at home to my mum yelling at me and it will all have been a dream. It can't possibly be real? Demi shouldn't even know I exist, but now she wants to adopt me? Does she know what she's doing?
Why can't I just be grateful that for once in my life something absolutely amazing was happening. This is Demi freaking Lovato. I pushed the thoughts away as I let my mind explore the idea of living with Demi. I smile crept on to my face as I imagined taking stupid selfies with her.

I walk out of my room and into the music room. It was empty. Was I even meant to be in here? Oh well, I don't care. I sat down at the piano and slowly allowed my fingers to drag along the keys. Then I closed my eyes and played. The beautiful melody of 'river flows in you' flooded the room and I focused on my breathing and let my fingers take control. The music flooded my brain and the sad undertone of the song was enough to let a few tears escape through me eyes. This was my favourite type of playing. Where my mind wasn't there but I still played and I still felt and I didn't have to remember to feel, I just felt.
I mucked around on the piano for a while longer until it was time for dinner. I sat down at an empty table and started dragging my food around my plate. I'm not hungry, I'm just tired and overwhelmed.
"Haaaa Elsa!!" I heard someone gasp. I turned around to see two blonde curls bouncing up an down as a little body ran towards me, a smile lighting her face.
"Hey Aymie." I said smiling. I helped her up onto the chair next to me as her carer and the other young girls joined my table. Their carer bought them each their meals and they dug in.
"Elsa you gone," Aymie said matter of factly.
"Yes, today I had to go and do some things." I smiled down at her. She shrugged and kept eating.
I ate as much as I could be bothered. I don't have the energy to do anything let alone force myself to chew. I wasn't hungry anyway.
"Come Mymy with me." Aymie said whilst tugging my shirt. I just wanted to sleep but I picked up the little girl attached to my shirt and carried her down the hall to the music room. I put her down and watched her play with the instruments. I sat cross legged against the wall and watched her a peace in her own little world. She was beautiful, she was so broken and fragile yet she was so beautiful and at peace. I watched her play for about 15 minutes before her attention span ran out. She was as tired as me, I could see it in the way she walked up to me. She sat down next to me with her legs stretched out in front of her. She was looking down at her hands.
"Are you tired Aymes?"
She blinked up at me and I stared into her green eyes. They were glassy and didn't hold the same innocence that a three year olds eyes should. I stood up and lifted her on to my hip. She was rubbing her eyes. She laid her head on my shoulder and soon I felt her body get heavier and I knew she was asleep. I carried her to the room that I read her the book last night and tucked her into the bed. I sat on the edge of her bed and kissed her cheek.
"Sleep well beautiful baby girl." I whispered as I quietly walked out.

I woke up to someone knocking on my door. It was Bronwyn. "Hey Elsa, we have to leave in an hour. I thought you might want to have a shower and stuff." She talked quietly and gently.
"Oh, ok. Thank you," I replied. She left and I pulled the light sheets off of me. I collected a pair of skinny jeans, a white singlet and a black cardigan that Selena and Demi gave me to borrow. I walked down the hall to the girls bathrooms. I let the warm water heat my body and wake me up. I jumped out and pulled on the clothes being careful not to look my tummy in the mirror. It was getting rounder. Fuck. I pulled out some of the makeup that let me borrow and started applying it. This stuff was amazing! I looked, actually, nice. I brushed through my hair and just put it up into a pony tail. I returned to my room to put my stuff away and then went to the dinning hall for breakfast. I was incredibly hungry.

When we got to the court house I was escorted to a seat in the court room. I could see my parents on one side and Demi and another man on the opposite side. My face lit up when I saw Demi and her face lit up in reply. 'You'll be ok' she mouthed, 'everything will workout'. I smiled back at her and nodded my head. A lady with her brown hair tied back in a tight bun made her way up to the front and addressed everyone.
"This is the custody case over Elsa Mia Carlington. On one side we have her parents, Liam Ray Carlington and Anne Marie Carlington, and on the other we have Demetria Devonne Lovato. Now I am aware there has been abuse going on at the home, I am also aware that there are two other children directly related to Mr and Mrs Carlington. Each person will present their case and then we will have a lunch break where we will come back to hear the final decision. The first speaker please make your way to the stand."
I zoned out and thought about how I would be happy when I was finally free of my parents abusive hold. My mind was snapped back to reality when I heard yelling and the lady with the brown hair trying to shush the person yelling. Demi was standing at the stand and my dad was standing up in his chair.
"I bet she didn't even tell you what she did. She's to pathetic, worthless and ashamed to tell you the truth!" He yelled at Demi spitting whilst pointing and flapping his arms around.
"Elsa, what's he talking about?" Demi asked me. I stated deep into her eyes and I felt the tears surfacing and my stomach twisting.
"Yeah, go on Elsa, tell her you little whore!" My dad screamed at me.
I stood there helplessly, as did everyone else.
"Tell her Elsa, you slept with my friends. You were our little slut. We didn't even have to go out to hooker clubs, we just called you into the shed and you'd be up on that old pool table before anybody had to tell you anything." He spat at me. The whole place was staring at me and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I glanced at Demi and she looked shocked and angry, really angry.
"I never did that out of choice. Ever. You are your dirty, pathetic friends made me while you all watched. You are nothing but a worthless, alcoholic, fucking dough bag!" I spat back. Tears escapes my eyes and my eyes scanned for any way out of here. I ran out of my chair and out the front of the court house. I let my back fall down against the wall and slid down on to the grass. I held my head and tried to control the shaking that was breaking through my entire body. I needed to calm down. I heard the door slam and Demi ran out and sat down next to me. She pulled me into her and I let the tears freely fall again. She didn't say anything, she just stroked my hair. I calmed my breathing down.
"I'm sorry Demi." I said leaning out of her and wiping my face.
"Elsa, why? It's not your fault. They made you do it."
"I just feel so disgusting and guilty and ashamed. And I'm sorry because I'm bringing you down, you don't want to live your old life anymore and I'm living your old life and you don't want that. You want to be around positive, happy, fun people." I said studying my hands.
"But Elsa, you are all of those things. It's just beneath that part that's hurting and I can already see you doing well. You are going to get better and we're going to live a happy, care-free life."
We sat in silence for a little while.
"Demi, I don't think I can go back in there." I whispered.
She nodded back.
"Yeah," she paused, "you know, you don't have to be ashamed, your dad was the one in the wrong not you. These feelings can be worked through, they won't last forever."
I nodded. "I'll come back in." I decided. I walked behind Demi watching my feet and picking at my nails. I returned to my seat and Demi returned to hers.

"We have made a decision," said the lady with the brown hair. "Things will need to be further discussed and further police investigations will take place but we have decided and agreed on the custodian of Elsa Mia Carlington."
I squeezed my eyes closed tight and prayed and begged. 'Please don't send me back to my parents, please.'