When Dreams Die...

Chapter 1

Broken hearts and scars in only places she could see , cause she just wanted , she just wanted to feel something.

I sighed as the song played in the back round. Story of my life.

My name is Cammie Lovato
Yes i said Lovato and this is about time where you fangirl and ask me all about my life as the younger sister of a mega pop star. Thats what they all ask, the reporters, the news interviewers, the fans. Honestly i dont really see Demi that much and this is why , Shes always on tour and whens she home i usually leave for weeks until she leaves again. I know what your thinking, Why dont you like her.?, and here's the thing, The Lovato house is not as it seems , besides i have more important things to do than sit around as my sister talks about her tours and shows . Demi says she lives me but i know she doesnt.
Flashback
I woke up to a sound climbing in my window , i was 12 and i realized it was Demi.
" Demi what the hell are you doing "
" go back to bed fat ass " She slurred
I looked at her as she walked into my room and closed the window.
" Hey Demi can you take me shopping tommorow? ? " I asked excitedly
" No i dont want anything to do with you , fucking loser. " She slurred and laughed.
"Demi.. " i was cut off by a sharp sting in my cheek and a.push onto the floor. I looked up to see demi smiling and then she walked out the door. I cried to sleep that night. And ever since.then we havent talked. Thats okay with me.

That was 3 years ago.
Well no use discussing the pass , im just the problem kid and we all know that. Dallas is the only ok ne i can talk to but she hasnt been home mucb now that she has a new boyfriend Rob. And maddie is only 6 and too young to understand anything. Beside i wouldnt want her to either shed tell someone. I guess i should describe myself a little.
Im 15 , brown hair, but i dyed it blonde, 5'6 , athletic and green eyes. I go to cherry ville highschool in L.A ( A.N ik that isn't a real school in L.A but lets assume it is ) And im popular, I've play varsity lacrosse since i was in 7th grade, and get pretty good grades. Im not perfect though, far from it i have my secrets , can you keep it ?
I guess ill tell you, I do drugs.and not your typical weed, but weed , coke and sometimes heroin. But dont tell anyone. Also i cut. I guess you could say im depressed , i know i am, but i put on a smile and hide from the pain. Its what i do... And im good at it.

The song finished as i got a message on my phone
3 unread messages.
Demi- coming home tonight, cant wait to see you xx
Marissa- Hey ik demis coming hime tonight but just fyi there's a party at the beach , it will be lit hope you can come :) xx
Mom - Demi will be home tonight, your dad and i will be home in a few days , just leaving for a business trip and didn't want to bother you.
I sighed, demi was coming home. its gonna be hard to hide from her. And i know what your thinking " Marissa !! ismt that demis friend ?" And yes Marissa is Demis Bff, but she also tells me where the parties are and weve became closer, and she promised not to tell Demi about any of my problems. So yeah she knows about the drugs and cutting , and she even got me some meds for the depression, i dont know how so dont ask. Although i dont really take them i just sell them to other people. But dont tell. I laugh at my moms text , shes never home but its okay i dont mind its not like they care about me. Im just Cammie Lovato the 3rd forgotten child, and i take care of myself. All my problems and I.