Saved // a Demi and 5H story

School

"Baby, match my breathing. In, out. In, Out."

I wiped at my eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears.

"It won't stop Demi." I whispered as my anxiety climbed higher and higher.

"I know baby it's hard. I know you don't want to, but we have to leave soon."

More tears came, and my breathing became ragged again. Thank God I haven't done my makeup yet. I focused everything I had on the feeling of Demi's arms around me. Safe and protective. But soon I would be at school, not safe and not protected.

"Baby it's okay. Everything will be okay."

I untangled myself from Demi's arms, and stood, my knees shaking like a tree in a hurricane. I stumbled toward the bathroom, yanking out my makeup. I dabbed at my face with concealer, but my hands were shaking so bad that it made my face look lumpy.

"Here baby let me do it."

Demi took my makeup, and started applying it to my tear streaked face. Concealer, foundation, blush and a little mascara. Demi always said I never need makeup, but I don't wanna leave the house without it on.

"All done."

I looked in the mirror, and it looked like I hadn't been bawling my eyes out five minutes ago.

"Let's go sweetie."

I let Demi lead me downstairs, tired of fighting. She she put all my necessities in my backpack, including a lunch, which I of course wouldn't eat.

I slipped on my converse, and checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing dark skinny jeans, and a flannel from Hot Topic. I was repulsed my what I saw, but it would have to do.

"Alright let's hit the road."

Demi grabbed my hand, leading me out to the car. She had already made me have breakfast, much to my dismay. I got in the passenger seat, with my backpack on my lap.

We drove down the street, and I willed time to stop. Let me have another day before I have to start school. All to soon, we were in front of the school, already parked.

"Alright, let's do this." Demi leaped out of the car, opened my door, took my hand and helped me out. My anxiety spiked at the sight of other students filing in. Demi gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and we made our way through, undetected. Demi was wearing sunglasses, which probably helped. We went through the office door, and saw the familiar secretary.

"Hey guys! I'm glad you decided to enroll in Arden! Alex, I have all of your stuff ready right here. One of our students will be here soon to guide you through the day."

My anxiety rose further at the mention of another student. I didn't want to have anyone with me, they would judge me. I would rather be alone.