"She is not the kind who needs saving. She became her own knight in shining armor. She forged her own sword and put on her own armor. She stepped into the flames with no fear of burning. She carried the weight of the world when no one asked her to. She became more than a savior. She became her own hero." — Unknown.
Demi
I run my hands through my hair, sighing in frustration as I grab my hair and tug on it. I grip onto my head, muttering for the voices to shut up and leave me alone. Shut up, shut up, shut up.
I open my eyes, only to see Wilmer standing in front of me, looking at me in silence. "Leave me alone!" I shout at him, grabbing the lamp beside me and throwing it at him. He disappears after I throw the lamp at him and I hear it crash and shatter against the wall.
Wilmer then appears but this time, he's standing at the corner of the living room. Standing, I look at him and say, "Love is weakness. I never loved you." I swallow, blink, and he is gone.
Taking a deep breath, I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. I grab the whiskey and open it, before chugging down half of the bottle. Groaning, I shake my head as the voice grow louder and I slam the fridge door shut before walking back to the couch.
Stumbling over to my couch, I sat down and set the whiskey down on the coffee table in front of me. I rub my face, holding my breath and squeezing my eyes shut.
Fuck, where are my pills?
I can't do this anymore.
Opening my eyes, I look at the gun in front of me, sitting on the table beside my whiskey and grab it. I cock the gun, checking it for bullets before sighing as I squeeze the killing machine in my hands, my sweaty fingers wrap around the cold and metal handle.
Turning the gun up, I press it against my throat and close my eyes, my index finger around the trigger.
Just pull it and everything will stop.
No more suffering.
No more pain.
No more hurting.
Just. Fucking. Pull. It.
Sighing, I pull the gun away from my throat and let it dangle between my fingers as I bend down my head, shaking my head at myself.
Why am I hesitating?
La Diabla doesn't hesitate.
Rubbing my sore and bloodshot eyes, I grab my whiskey and drank some more. Feeling the alcohol slide down my throat, I set my almost empty bottle down and look at my phone. Reaching out and grabbing it, I dial in my brother's number. Pressing it against my ear, he picks up on the second ring.
"Demi?" He asks me, and I stare at the whiskey in my bottle, listening to his breathing and his voice. "Demi, it is you. Kendall!" I heard him call out to our younger sister, and then I hear them both over the phone.
"Demi? Demi, where are you? Where's Octavia?" I hear both of them ask me but I can't answer them, I just want to listen to the both of them speak one last time, even if they hate me.
I'm sorry. I want to tell them.
Sorry about everything that's happened.
"60 seconds is all we need." I hear Kendall whispering to Javier and I hear Javier clearing his throat loudly.
"I know that you are listening to us, Demi. Tell us where you are, we can take you in if you don't want anyone else to get you. No fighting." He says and I close my eyes, tears brimming at the corner of my eyes.
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Captive
Fanfiction"I found you, little girl. You can run and hide, but I will always find you. I'm going to hold you captive now." [COMPLETED]
