Shattered Promises

forty seven.

You're strong.

Hundreds of posters read, flashlights glowing in the darkness of the audience.

You're beautiful.

Another hundred of posters were being held up. 

It worked. Everything I had planned had all been coming together perfectly, they had the posters up during the correct song and Demi looked happy. She looked happy. And since she looked happy, I knew I succeeded. 

Wow. I'm going out of my way to do this. I came here early and set up everything, placed the posters in the right places and put around papers that told everyone what to do. This was all me, but it's not like Demi would know that, but whatever - that's totally okay.

"You guys are incredible. And you continue to amaze me more and more each night. Thank you." And I knew it. I just knew she was happy - she sounded happy, she sounded like she wasn't lying about anything. She might be okay, and maybe only for tonight, but she's going to be okay.

The fans replied with loud cheers before the posters were put down and phones were out so that they could continue with their video taping. 

"This next song..." I zoned out after that because I succeeded. And that made me happy, because I made my sister happy.

I care more about her than I thought I really did. 

**

The patter of rain drops smacked against the windows of the living room. It was an oddly relaxing sound, usually something that would annoy me, but it seemed to soothe me. It took away any tension in the room that might be forming, and replace it with a relaxing atmosphere. 

Demi, who was drowning in her Twitter feed and notifications was to distract to even bother looking up for a split second when Dallas had said she was going to bed. It was just the both of us now, not bothering to talk just sitting in the quiet room and listening to the rain. Well I was. I don't know about her. 

It was nearing two am now but I couldn't even think about sleep, and I think Demi still had an adrenaline rush from stage, but after her outbursts earlier today I'd think she'd just want to sleep. I'm assuming she's reading what her fans have to say about the show today, or maybe she was answering some emails before and now she's distracted.

"Demi," I had to clear my voice after since it decided to sound hoarse from the lack of speaking. "How about we go out tomorrow? Shopping or something?"

"Shopping?" She asked, her eyes finally leaving her screen for what seemed like hours. "I mean - we could try, but there might be paps and fans might spot us and I know how you'll just want-"

"No, Demi, it's fine. I understand." I grinned at her. "You can meet your fans, they mean a lot to you and you mean a lot to them. I can deal with them, it's fine." 

"Sure. We'll go shopping." We smiled at each other and her head was soon resting against my shoulder. She's a twenty two year old baby, honestly. 

I wanted to ask her about Wilmer, but I don't want her to get upset and I don't know - start crying. Maybe I'll just leave the question for another day, maybe. 

"It's two am." I stated, just trying to have any kind of conversation. I felt her giggle beside me, and pull the blankets up so it was covering both of us. 

"Yeah, it is." She was deleting emails and maybe some of those she should be answering instead of deleting them, but I don't think she really cared.

"You know, I really should get some sleep." I said softly, the rain outside only beginning to hit against the windows harder. "You probably should too." 

"You're probably right." She pushed herself off of me and I was already starting to make my way up the stairs. Demi followed close behind, her tired self deciding to drag the blanket that used to occupy the couch up to her bedroom. 

"Goodnight Dems." Hope you feel better. 

"Goodnight, babygirl." Her eye lids looked like they couldn't be kept open anymore. "We'll go shopping after lunch."

"Alright." I nodded and she turned away from me to go to her own room. 

But I stood in the empty and dark hallway. There's so many thoughts running around in my head and school was one of them, trying to push it's way through all the other thoughts and become my biggest thought. I kept trying to push it to the back of my head, but I always found myself thinking about it. Connor. Jade. Just, everything. I still have two days and the weekend before I'm allowed to go back to school. I just - let's not think about it.

"I hope you feel better." I spoke quietly excepting Demi to hear it, although I know she didn't. It was for myself than anyone else really.

And when I entered my room, the rain seemed to just get louder. Bright flashes were striking through my windows and a loud grumble of thunder who follow soon after. So, I closed my blinds as well as my curtains, to well, try and attempt to block out the bright flashes of lightening. It didn't do much.

I changed out of my clothes that I was wearing now into something more loose and comfortable to wear to bed. Thoughts continued to invade ever part of my brain. Guess who's definitely going to lose sleep due to a brain running faster than a horse in a race. 

But I tried to sleep. I did. I tossed and turned for a couple minutes - maybe hours, I'm not sure anymore. But the thoughts never stopped and neither did the thunder storm.

Maybe I was the one that needed to feel better, not Demi.

Maybe I needed the help, not Demi.

She was fine, as far as it seems.

I still have to go back to school five days and face whatever is there.

And I'm dreading it.

But, I'm going to wake up tomorrow and put on a smile. I'm going to go shopping with Demi and I'm going to pretend nothing is going to happen and I'm not dreading the next couple of days.

No.

I'm not dreading anything.

I'm 100% fine.

Just like Demi with Wilmer. Just fine.

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OH MY GOOOOD 

ITS CHELSEY IM FINALLY BACK.

I'M VEEERY SORRY HOLY FUCK I FEEL SO BAD

HERES AN UPDATE IM SO SORRY ITS SHORT ILL TRY TO WRITE AS MUCH AS I POSSIBLY CAN

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