Demi Lovato Imagines

Poopy Head's Mental Illness - Part 1

Contains strong language and physical injury
Demi - older sister

Your POV
It was a holy Sunday - h o l y  S u n d a y - nonetheless you were rudely awoken by my your annoying sister, Demetria. Round of applause for that bitch move.

"Y/NN, wake up." Demi softly shook your corpse, being unusually careful.

You were kept pretending to be asleep...for a looong time. After, no joke, a total of 5 minutes Demi's shaking got on your very last nerve you couldn't keep still a single second longer.

"Go away, poopy head! It's freaking Sunday, go to church or something, but let me sleep in." You smacked your hand in her face, shoving her face away while burying yours deeper in the oh so soft pillow.

"Why am I a "poopy head"? What does that even mean?" She chuckled as you felt the mattress sink in, completely ruining your comfortable position, haha...ha...HA.

You sat up and turned to face her in one swift move and hollered at her "'Cause, gurl," You paused for a second or two "you look like shit!" Ending with a fake disgusted face. Thank you, thank you.

Demi gasped. "Bitch!" She slapped the back of your head a little bit too hard in your eyes, but then again, you guessed you deserved it.

After scratching the place she had slapped and processing everything you came back to reality. The fight, you had originally thought was only for fun, was on!

"Get out, fuckery!" You laughed and attempted, obviously failed, to push her off your bed.

Quickly, you stood up on the bed right before Demi aka poopy head grabbed both of your legs and pulled, causing you to fall and land in the middle of the sea of those thousands pillows. You thought you might drown so many there were. Eventually you bursted out in a fit of laughter, thinking of a revenge.

Demi was about to get up but being the "awesome superheroine" you were, you pushed her, with all the force good God had given you, against your wardrobe. The front of her, like you had named it just moments ago, "ugly" face ahead, one could clearly hear a crack. That just rhymed, oh hell no.

You hurridly jumped off the box spring bed and threw both of your hands over your mouth. Admittedly, you did smirk a bit at the sight but your eyes were as wide open as your still sleepy eyelids would let them and your lips agap hiding behind your palms.

Demi was still standing at the exact same spot, she didn't seem to have moved an inch. Both her palms were firmly pressed against the surface of the wardrobe, leaning her forehead on the door, inbetween her hands. And it's a hella, hella, extremely hell of a bad sign when it took your older sister that long to react...*prayed*

"Y/FN. (Y/MN). Lovato, you *inhale* are *exhale* so *deeeep inhale*" She kept the air suck in for a few seconds. "FUCKING DEAD!" She yelled louder than you had ever witnessed her to, you were startled and quickly said your goodbyes.

"Demi, please, you started it!" You literally shrieked the last word out of angst of a freaking dwarf, a pretty strong one tho.

Suddenly Demi pushed herself off the wardrobe and turned around to walk towards you, which was literally just two steps. Her nose was swollen and you could already notice it turning all colors but how it should be colored. Face flushed red from anger.

After the millisecond she had reached you, grasped your messed up pony tail tightly and yanked your head sharply back. With her left fore finger she pointed directly in your in fear covered face. She looked you in your eyes, honestly she seemed to be beyond angry, a state of emotion you were not familiar with. Her eyes were...pitch black...and, her face turned even a darker shade of red. You were flabbergasted. For a second you actually feared your life, but then right after the thought had crossed your mind you realized how stupid and ridiculous that was.

"Listen up you bastard, if you ever do that again, only one more fucking time, I swear to God, I will, mark my goddamn words will you, I will fucking kill you." She spat.

You were shaking within her grip. Sweating. You began to tear up.

"Demi calm down, please." More tears were forming.

"Next time you injure me, accidentally or intentionally, I will injure you hundred times worse, you understand!?" You whimpered like Buddy would whenever Demi left the house...or left his field of vision.

"Understand!?" She hollered while yanking your head back once again, you nodded as best as you could.

Demi let go of you and pushed your fragile body harshly against the little space of wall between your bed and wardrobe. She then stormed out of your bedroom and slammed the door shut. As it banged, you flinched at the loud noise. With your paining back against the white wall, you slowly slid down the hard surface you had just been pushed against. Eventually sitting on the cold hardwood floor you wrapped your shaky arms around your even shakier knees and finally just...just let the tears flow freely down your cheeks.

You must've fallen asleep in exhaustion, still sitting on the floor, because when you took a look out of the window across the room, it was already dark and the street lights were on. As you arose your head, your neck turned out to be stiff and your head hurt a lot and was punding like crazy, most certainly because of Demi, that shithead. You managed to get up from the ground and stretched to loosen up your limbs. Painful.

"Damn." You mumbled under your breath.

With the pounding head and the stiff neck you tried to walk down the stairs into the living room. In your extremely dizzy state it was difficult to walk straight and focus on the stairs. So far so great (A/N: *wink*), as there were about 5 stairs left, your vision got too blurry to see and your balance decided to give in. Your trembling legs weakened and you eventually tripped down the rest of the staircase. A loud thud echoed through the modern house.

Just seconds later you found yourself on the bottom of the stairs. Luckily you were able to support your body with your arms, so you wouldn't necessarily land with your poor head first. Due to the lack of energy you decided to better not get up, instead you layed down on your back and just rested there.