Unbroken (Demi Lovato Fan fiction) ft. Camren, Dinally, and Normani

Substance

No One POV

Kenzie awoke in the wee hours of the night in cold sweats, the thoughts of her nightmares still lingering in her mind. Terrified, she felt around the bed for Lolo. Her searching was interrupted by voices that were all too familiar to her. They shouted awful things at the small girl.

"Your mommy will never love you! You're better off dead! She would be happier if you died!" Kenzie clutched her hands over her ears and cried. They began telling her to go to the bathroom or they would hurt her mommy, so she slid out of the bed and wandered into the conjoined bathroom.

"Take the pills! You need to die! Take them all! She would be happier without you!" The voices screamed. Kenzie eyed the bottle of pills in the cupboard before climbing up and retrieving them. She struggled with the cap for a while, tears blurring her vision before she finally got it off and began to take the pills, hoping for everything to just stop.

Demi POV

I woke up to Hero barking so I clicked on my lamp to see why he could possibly be barking at this hour. It was only then that I realized that Kenzie was no longer next to me in bed and I began to worry. I looked around, seeing Hero barking by the bathroom doorway. I rushed over and the sight put a pit in my stomach.

Kenzie sat on the floor crying and taking pills. As quickly as I could I ran up to her and took the bottle from her. I stuck my finger in her mouth, making her spit out the pills that she'd had in her mouth. I looked into the bottle to see that about half of the pills were missing. I scooped the sobbing girl up in my arms and rushed out the door with her. I got her buckled into her car seat and sped to the children's hospital, keeping an eye on her the whole way there.

My heart pounded as I pulled into the hospital's car park and unbuckled Kenzie. I carried her into the hospital and signed the form at the receptionist's desk as quickly as I could.

"What's your reason for visiting us this morning?" The receptionist questioned.

"She took half my bottle of Tramadol from when I broke my foot and it was full."

The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone, "I have a level 3, code black, female 9 years old." A young man with brown hair came through the double doors with a wheelchair and approached us.

"Hi, I'm Dr.Karev. I'll be taking care of Mackenzie tonight. You can carry her back if you'd like," He spoke kindly. He led us to a room and I set Kenzie on the bed. She clung to me tightly, but she was hyperventilating oddly.

"Baby girl, calm down the doctors are here to help you," I cooed. I smoothed her hair. Dr.Karev prepared something across the room before coming over and putting it up Kenzie's nose on both sides. Moments passed before she started breathing normally again. I sighed out of relief and took a seat on the bed next to Kenzie, rubbing her back.

"Was that Narcan?" I asked.

"Yes, or Naloxone, it's used to reverse an opioid overdose." That thought was just so scary to me... my baby girl overdosed. Was she trying to kill herself?

"How did this happen?" Dr.Karev asked.

"If I'm honest I... I think it was a suicide attempt. She has hallucinations. That's what I think happened." I explained.

"Well, let's ask her," He suggested.

"Mackenzie?" He called. Mackenzie continued rubbing her temples. I rubbed her shoulder,

"Kenzie." She looked up at me, a pitiful look in her eyes as they darted about the room.

"Can you look at me, Mackenzie?" Dr.Karev asked of the small girl. She looked up at him.