I couldn't stop smiling after seeing Demi. I've never felt so happy in my life. I kissed my idol. It was the best thing ever.
I had Demi's number and she had mine. I was hoping she would text me first but I was nervous because it has been a while and she still hasn't texted.
I ran into the shower and took a shower to get ready for bed.
I brushed my teeth and hoped onto my bed. I heard my phone buzz. It was Demi!
Demi:Hey beautiful!Up for a phone conversation?
I texted back yes with excitement. Then she called me.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe."
She just called me babe oh my gosh!
"What's up?"
"Nothing just layin in bed thinking about my tour."
"You're going on tour?"
"Yeah."
I was happy but sad knowing she'll have to leave for a while.
"Sounds fun!"
"Yeah..."
She sounded saddened and it sounded like she was crying.
"Dems? What's wrong?"
"What? Nothings wrong I just have allergies." she said with a fake giggle.
"Dems."
"Hmm?"
"You know you can tell me the truth."
"I-I'm fine."
"You know I know your secret and I don't judge and I know you just met me but I'm here for you."
I don't know why but as soon as I met Demi we had a connection.
"Oh." she said. It was kind of cold but I know why.
Should I tell her? Should I tell her I cut too? Do I tell her this phonecall is what's keeping me from cutting?
"Demi?I know this might be weird but, where do you live?"
She giggled and gave me her address. I wrote it down. She lived near my neighborhood. I wanted to get to her before she started to cut because I could tell by her voice that she was crying and hurt.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"I'll call you back in ten ok?"
"Mhmm."
I snuck out the house, grabbed my bike,and rode to her house. I got there.
Her house was massive and beautiful.
I silently knocked on the door and her mother opened the door.
"May I help you?"
"I'm here to see Demi. It's a suprise."
Her mom nodded ok and I went up and found Demi's room. When I opened the door she jumped and threw something under the bed. It sounded like medal dropping so I knew what she was doing. She pulled her sleeves down. I closed and locked the door behind me.
"W-what are you doing here?"
"Wanted to suprise you."
"Oh."
Her eyes were puffy so I knew she was crying. Blood started to seep through her jacket.
I ran next to her and wrapped my arms around her.
I then reached under the bed and grabbed the razor.
"W-what are you doing that's mine!"
"I don't care! I won't let you do this to yourself again."
She jumped on me and started to strangle me for the razor.
"Demi please stop!"
"NO GIVE ME IT BACK!"
I could here her crying like crazy. I finally got grip and was able to outstrength her.
I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. She just sobbed non-stop.
I put the razor in my pocket and I caressed her hair as she cried. I cried as well. It hurt to know she was hurting.
"Y-you, d-don't u-u-understand." she said crying.
I cupped her chin and looked her in the eye.
"Dems, I do understand."
She looked down.
Her cuts were bleeding so I grabbed a towel and slowly passed it on the cuts and cleaned them.
She cried to the point where I thought she was numb.
"How do you understand?" she asked.
I rolled up my sleeves and her eyes widened. Her eyes got watery which suprised me because I thought she cried too much to have tears left.
She ran her fingers through the scars and cuts that were fresh from yesterday. I flinched a bit because those stung.
"Im sorry."She whispered. I grabbed her hand and put my other arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead.
"Tell me your story, I'll tell you mine." I whispered.
"Ok" she said with a whisper and smile laying her head on my shoulder.
