You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 45}

"Sask?" Demi yawned as she stumbled into the kitchen. "Why are you still up?"

I paused the episode of American Horror Story I was watching on the small screen of my phone as Demi embraced me from behind.

"It's three thirty," she stated.

"I know." I shrugged as if it was a normal occurrence to be watching Netflix in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning.

"What's up? Couldn't sleep? Thinking too much...?" I could tell she was pushing for reasons. She always is. Honestly I don't think I can blame her after the events of earlier this week but that doesn't change the fact I don't want to talk about it. My older sister sighed before taking another tact, "what you watching?"

"AHS," I replied curtly. I didn't mean to be rude but I was tired, grumpy and definitely not in the mood to keep up a conversation.

"Oo I love that show! Do you mind if we connect it up to the screen in the living room?" I reluctantly nodded even though I'd rather just carry on watching it alone on my phone. I wasn't in the mood to disagree and cause a dispute. To be frank, I wasn't in the mood for anything. My stomach was hurting like a bitch and the nightmare I'd experienced an hour prior to coming downstairs was still resonating within me.

I chose to curl up in one of the huge armchairs instead of joining Demi on the couch. I didn't want to be close. I wanted distance. I fixated my gaze on the TV, trying to get lost in the storyline but I couldn't. My stomach was clenching agonisingly, requiring all my attention.

"You feeling okay?" Demi noticed my obvious discomfort.

"My belly just hurts," I replied, grimacing at the sensation of knives stabbing my abdomen.

"Puke-y or cramps?"

"Um I don't know. It feels like someone's squeezing the insides of my stomach," I tried to explain.

"Do you want some aspirin? It usually helps me when I have my period." Demi offered, my face going beet red at the last part of what she said.

"Um." I started awkwardly, "I haven't started my period yet." I admitted to being the undeveloped teenager that I am. I mean I hardly have boobs. How did Demi even think I'd started my period yet?

"Oh- you lucky thing!" Demi said nonchalantly, not batting an eyelid at the subject whereas my face was burning up. "Except if you're getting cramps, it probably means you're gonna start soon." She looked over at me with an apologetic pout.

"Oh." I muttered. I wriggled around slightly in the chair, feeling uncomfortable with not knowing that I may or may not have started menstruating.

"It'll be fine, you'll get used to them after a while..." Demi reassured me, before I felt slightly wet 'down there'. I mean it could've just been my imagination but I was pretty sure it wasn't. I cut my sister off.

"Demi I think I've just started." I said, still very much embarrassed.

"Okay, go to your bathroom and I'll go get some stuff." Demi paused the TV as I pushed myself out of the chair.

When I pulled down my pyjama pants and panties in the bathroom, I found I had indeed started my period. I groaned in frustration. I already didn't want this. I didn't want to have these horrific cramps once a month. Being a teenager was hellish enough already!

Demi didn't even bother knocking on the door before coming in, laden down with an assortment of pads and tampons.

The whole event of Demi showing me how to use the products stressed me out. It was four in the morning. Consequently I was exhausted and struggled to work out how to put on a pad right.