She's My Saviour [Demi Lovato Fan Fiction]

A/N: Hi there everyone, so this is another one of my Fan fiction except it's not new. See before like I mentioned in my profile I had another account 'nemi5ever' and 'delena4life' where I posted this Fan fiction and it seemed to have a lot of readers. I hope if you decide to read this story of mine you won't think that I'm copying anyone because I promise I'm not. I'm just simply reposting some of the parts and then I will continue on with the story. Also I will be editing a few things so it won't be exactly the same, but pretty close. Okay so I hope you give this story a read and enjoy it, I promise it's worth your time. Thanks guys.

Chapter One ~ Allison's P.O.V

"Allison Sweetie, your dinner is ready." My mother yelled as she barged into my large room. I quickly raced to put on my over-sized sweater before she entered, so she wouldn't see my bare arms.

"Uhm no thank you ma, I'm not feeling very hungry and besides, I need every moment I can spare to practice for my audition tomorrow." I lied. Well part of it was I lie. I mean yes; I really did need every moment I could get to practice for my X Factor audition tomorrow, but the truth is I was so hungry. I haven't eaten in about two whole days and it's been by choice. Self-harm is what I do, binge, purge and the whole lot! It absolutely kills me every time I lie to my family. I mean I think everyone had some type of idea what was going on with me, but it was just the elephant in the room type thing.

"Alright Allison, I suppose I'll just put your plate in the microwave for later on." She mumbled walking slowly out of my room with a long sigh. I could tell that it was killing her too. She wanted to approach me about it, but she knew it would just end badly. At least she didn't have to deal with me daily any longer since I had moved away from home. She just came out here to visit me from Ireland where I grew up to where I live now in L.A. I moved out here to L.A after my rotten father died when I was seventeen, and worked from home managing the three hotels that I now own. My family in total owns eight hotels/resorts. My mother owns three, my sister and her husband own two, and I own three as well. They were all split up between us after my father's death.

I practiced the song -I'm Yours- I was auditioning with for the X Factor for another good two hours, then picked out the outfit I was going to wear. Blue denim shorts, a navy camisole, and a baggy cream colour cardigan with my navy blue Toms. I walked into my en-suite bathroom and ran myself a hot shower. I stripped out of my clothing and walked over to the full sized mirror. I carefully examined my body which was covered with cuts and scars, then felt a few tears slip from my eyes. 'What have I done to myself?' I thought. This sadness, confusion and anger made everything worse. I walked over to the cabinet above the toilet and took out a fresh disposable razor, holding it to my horribly scarred wrist. I slid the cold blade across the bottom part of my wrist and cut. I did it again and again only having one or two tears fall from my eyes. It felt so good to me. It stopped all of the pain and hurt and every emotion letting me just focus on that. The stinging of the cut. The blood tricking down my arm. I felt numb. See it really didn't hurt me anymore. I had been doing this since I was eleven and I'm nineteen turning twenty. I was so used to it. It's kind of sad when purposely harming yourself no longer hurts you because your so used to it, don't you think?

I wiped the blood from my arm with a piece of tissue and stepped into the hot shower. I put my body directly under the hot water not realizing that I had fresh cuts on my arm and flinched back as the water began to sting them. It stung more than it did when I made the cuts. I just grabbed the towel from the towel rack and dabbed the slits on my arm, then threw the towel back to the floor and continued my shower.

I turned off the hot water first, having the cold water pour onto my body. "FUCK THAT'S COLD!" I squealed jumping back then turned off the water. I grabbed the towel from the floor drying off my body, the stepped out. I walked into my bedroom picking out a fresh pair of underwear from my drawer and slipped them on after pulling on an over-sized sweater, then flung myself onto my bed. I was just about to finish a chapter of the book I was reading, until my mom opened the door. "Jeez ma, knock!" I growled slinging a blanket over my legs to cover up the many cuts and scars on my thighs.

"I'm sorry baby girl, but I need you to come down stairs and have somethin' to eat. You haven't eaten in days babe." She frowned. I mumbled something under my breath and slipped on a pair of baggy red sweats letting her leave first. I quickly followed her down the stairs of my two story pent house condo and plopped my butt down on one of the stools surrounding my island in the middle of my kitchen.

She hesitantly pushed a small plate of Kraft Dinner with a fork in the middle towards me. I picked up the fork and started to fiddle with my food. "Eat." She sighed placing her hand on mine. I sighed nodding, and took a small bite of the macaroni. "I heard you practicing Al; you're going to do great tomorrow! I'm so proud of you don't even second guess yourself because you make it." She exclaimed smiling at me. I smiled back and just played with my food.

"I can't set my hopes up to high, because every hello ends with a goodbye. That's a direct quote from Demi Lovato herself, mum." I said simply putting another fork full of noodles in my mouth, trying my hardest not to run into the washroom and throw up everything I had in my system.

"You really like her don't you? Are you excited to meet her tomorrow?" She asked me.

I slightly grinned just hearing her name and started to grow bright tinges on my cheeks. Demi was my all-time celebrity crush, just thinking of her made my day better. Her beautiful face eating smile, her gorgeous dark brown eyes that you could just get lost in, her cute and silly little laugh that was so contagious even when you saw her on interviews you laughed along with her. Ugh, everything about her is just amazing. "I just hope I don't fuck it up and look like a complete idiot in front of her." I nodded then dropped my fork to my plate. My mom just looked at me and sighed.

"First of all, don't swear. And second, you are absolutely amazing Allison Mae! You will make it through and beat everyone in the competition. Demi will think you're amazing sweetheart, you have absolutely nothin to worry about. Now why don't you go to bed and catch some sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow so we can make it for the auditions. I love you baby girl." She reassured me and shooed me off.

"I'm 19 mother, turning twenty in a few months, I can swear if I so choose. Good night, I'll see you tomorrow." I mumbled dragging myself up the stairs. I slowly walked into my room and turned out the lights, stripped down to my pink and blue striped underwear then buried myself under my fluffy navy blue duvet.

What was I thinking? I couldn't go to sleep now; in just under twenty-four hours I would be seeing my greatest inspiration! But I had to. And before I knew it, I was drifting off into a deep goodnight's sleep.

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