Demi Lovato Imagines

Poopy Head's Mental Illnes - Final Part

Your POV
"Okay what the chicken frick was that?" You asked yourself cluelessly.

"Damn, Y/N. Are you fine?" You heard Dal laugh from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, I'm all complete. Thank you." You winced in pain.

"Come here, let me help you." Dal said as she walked towards your aching body that was still laying on the cold floor.

She grabbed you under your armpits and tried to pull you up. Eventually you were on your lightly fragile feet again. But as soon as your sister had let go of you and began to walk away, you felt the dizziness come back again. You stumbled around, trying to find something to hold onto.

"Dallas!" You yelled and she immediately turned around, running towards you.

As you hang in her embrace your entire body was shaking, everything was black and you couldn't hear (A/N: Does this happen to anyone here occasionally? It happens to me so often that everything just goes black and my body is shaking heavily and I'm just gone and after like 10 seconds I come back to "reality"). Dallas' grip around you tightened.

"Hey! Hey," She patted your cheek. "You there?" She patted harder. "Y/NN! Hey, honey." You could hear her a bit but somehow you weren't capable of responding.

"What's wrong with Y/N?" You heard Demi say as she walked towards the both of you.

Dallas laid you down on the couch and lightly shook your body. After an eternity you finally came back to mind and saw a concerned Dallas in front of you and a guilty looking Demi awkwardly standing behind her.

"I'm fine." You said and sat up, ready to leave.

Yes, you wanted to leave beacause Demi was there, after all this was her fault.

"Nope, you're not going anywhere darling." Dallas pushed you back down onto the dark brown couch.

You grabbed one of the cushions, crossed your arms over it and pouted, acting mad af. Dallas giggled but Demi just stood there. Bitch.

"You get her a glass of cold water and I'll stay here, k?" Demi said out of the blue.

Dally just nodded and headed to the kitchen to get you that damn water you didn't want. Deeeeeep inside you felt really bad because Demi had a huge bruise on her forehead and her nose seemed as if it had been bleeding.

"Sorry for that." You managed to apologize, pointing at her bruises.

"Yeah, you should be." She crossed her arms. Wait, what. the. fuck!?

"What!? You started it!" You half yelled in disbelief and angrily threw the cushion at her.

You noticed the anger in her eyes and got once again scared of her. What a sisterly love.

"Go fuck yourself, little whore!" She cursed under her breath and threw it across the huge room.

You noticed Dallas was coming back with your glass of water so you shot up, walked towards her in a fast pace and grabbed the glass out of her hand.

"I'm upstairs finishing my homework." You flashed her a fake smile and disappeared up the stairs.

You couldn't take the burning pain in your eyes any longer so you just let all the tears spill out of your eyes the second you locked the room door behind yourself. You crashed against the white wooden door, spilling most of your water. Oh great.

----Around 4 p.m----
You were sitting at your desk with your head in the palm of your right hand and just scribbled around in your math book. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The last thing you wanted was to see someone.

"Yeah?" You said in the most annoyed voice possible and turned your head towards the door.

The door slowly creaked open and as soon as you saw who the person was there were tears in your eyes.

"Hey, honey." Demi's head peeked through the small gap.

"Hi...Demi." You turned your head back towards the book, scribbling again.

"Um," She came inside and closed the door behind her. "Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten all day." She sat down on your messy bed with her hands in her lap.

There was a long silence following.

"Do you care?" And right then you broke down in tears.

Demi sighed, got up and made her way over to you. "Y/NN, I'm so sorry." She kneeled down next to your spinning chair and rubbed the small of your back.

"Are you actually aware of how much you hurt me!? Not only mentally but also physically!" You cried into your crossed arms.

"I'm sorry," Demi's voice cracked up. "I want you to know it has absolutely nothing to do with you. But as you do know, I am bipolar and today it's worse than usually, even I don't know why. Of course this was still not okay to do, but I can't always control myself. I'm so so sorry." She apologized.

Suddenly you felt regret. You felt bad for putting all the blame on her and not a bit on yourself. You decided to push it aside for now and talk it out properly later on.

"And now you feel so bad that you're mad and angry at yourself, am I right?" You faced her, waching her lightly nod. "Come here." You opened your arms wide for her to come in.

She hugged your waist, kneeling between your legs as you stroke her black hair and every now and then kissed the top of her head.

"Can you forgive me, Y/NN?" She sniffed.

You were really tempted so say "I can forgive but won't forget" but immediately decided against it.

"Of course, poopy head." You said and Demi bursted out in a fit of laughter. How you've missed that laugh.
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I found this saved as a draft so I decided to just publish it the way it is, it seemed alright. Stay hydrated and don't forget to eat every day.
-U