Lost

Ghost

"Demi?" No answer.

"Demi?" Again, no answer.

"DEMETRIA!" I finally yelled.

"What?" She said.

"Hey." I said sheepishly. Its been three days I got "arrested." Alry, uh can't leave...yet. Her mom isn't around (meaning that she left with her sister to one of her pageants or something) so she had to go to the detention facility thing. Her mom was suppose to be here yesterday, but I guess some shit went down there so she couldn't make it. Either way, she said she wasn't on planning to take her out because she needs to learn a "lesson" on who can we trust or something like that. I don't know. I just know that Demi has been calling her mom non-stop so she had temporary guardian thing on Arly. Which comes to the point of letting Demi bailing Arly out. But, no response.

"Stella, you can't keep calling the police to just yell at them." She said while I hanged up the 329th. call I made. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little.

Maybe not.

But anywhore, it's my fault that she's there. I should be there.

"I'm calling again." I said.

"What we're they telling you for the 100th. time you've called?" She asked. I sighed.

"Stop calling or else we'll sue you."

"And do you want to get sued?"

"If I had a chance, I'll probably sue the fucking security guard that didn't let me in."

"I'm sorry. For the thousandth time."

"I should sue you too." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Okay. I know you won't forgive me."

There was silence in the room.

"Demi?" I asked.

"Yeah Stella Nutella?"

Those words scared my life too much.

Flashback:

"Bella, you have to stop cutting." I simply said to my best friend/ older sister Ana Bella. She wasn't really my sister, but one day in school, I was being used as a punching bag for a girl. I was smaller than everyone in my grade. Which kinda sucked. So everyone bothered me. She saw the girl hitting me and came running towards us. She pushed the girl off and threw her towards the floor. I fell eventually and started to cry. (I was eight, okay). She helped me up and took me to the nurse. After that day, she never left me. (Like, some people..... *cough* *cough* Demi). She walked me home. She walked me to school. She brought me my homework when I was sick and wasn't able to go to school. I did the same to her about her homework. Everyone thought I was her little sister, so I started saying she was. And she did the same.

That's where I learned about self harm. She started doing it when she was 12. Her mom had a boyfriend. Long story short, that's where her mom forgot about her when she was home. Making her forget, her boyfriend had fun. She hated it. She came over mostly when her boyfriends went to her house. Or when her mom was really drunk and brought a guy home. Or when no one was able to babysit me, she offered. She never wanted to get paid when it came to babysitting. She said it was her job to take care of me. Which made me happy because like I said she was mostly home. Grandma usually called her when Dally wasn't home and I was going ballistics. She would come running here and stay the night in my room. She would sing and take selfies with me. Letting me play with her long, curly auburn hair. And when she was sick, grandma would pick her up and bring her here. Grandma knew what she doing; even if it made her or someone in the house sick, she knew her mom wouldn't care for her.