It Was A Mistake, But I am Unbroken Now - Demi Lovato - Book 1

Chapter 6: Fix A Heart - Edited

Demi Lovato Fan Fiction

Book 1: It was a Mistake But I am Unbroken Now

Book 2: Here We Go Again When Two Worlds Collide

Book 3: Love is Loud Enough to Stop Hate

Book 4: That's How You Know to Believe in Me

Chapter 6: Fix A Heart

David was convinced the first step to my recovery was going to be him knowing all my secrets and hiding places. I carried my laptop around just in case I thought of something for my paper. He wanted to start with my car. He was also convinced to carry around a camera to “secretly” videotape every step of my recovery. Truthfully, I forgot it was there most of the time. It was a very small camera he easily kept hidden in his hat.

"Where is it?" he asked unlocking my doors.

"Trunk," I said.

He popped open my trunk and I followed him to it and he opened it, gasping. The food was piled and rotting away.

"Don't you through it away?" he asked completely disgusted. He was trying to hide it, but I wasn't stupid.

"Every week or so...yes," I said, "I would have thrown it out already, but this whole....recovery thing interrupted that."

"I'll go get a garbage bag," he said running into the house.

I stood there staring at the piles of food while he was inside. I looked towards my computer and pointed the webcam towards the trunk before snapping a couple pictures of it. I wasn't going to be the only one to suffer with this. If my classmates and teachers were going to believe me at all they will need evidence. I saved the pictures and opened Word to start typing. Multiple paragraphs were already typed when David came back. Together we grabbed the food and threw it in the garbage bags. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever done. My eyes watered and I coughed because of the horrid, rotting smell.

"This is all part of the process, you know?" David said, "If you realize how horrible this is, hopefully you won't do it again."

"I used gloves and a mask every other time I threw all this away," I reminded him.

"But then you won't smell it and get the entire effect," he said.

"Whatever," I said, "This is ridiculous."

"Did you really expect it to be easy?" he asked, stopping to look at me.

I realized how serious he was. He wanted an actual answer for this one. I've never been able to rely on anyone and here David was trying to get me to poor out all my feelings and emotions to him. Why is it that he suddenly cared so much? He has never cared this much before.

"Why now?" I asked, "Why are you taking so much interest in me now?"

"Don't turn this around on me Kayla. I have always loved you, you're my sister. I'm doing this because you need me. Get those negative thoughts out of your head and see what's really here!"

I always ruined everything. Every time something is starting to get good I ruin it again. David is trying so hard to help me, but I am being so horrible to him.

"I'm sorry," I said before running up to the house.

I could hear David yelling my name, but that didn't make me stop. I ran up to my room and threw myself on the bed. After a few minutes I got up and turned my stereo on. My eyes were still watery and red from crying.  I flipped my laptop open and went to YouTube. Under my recommendations was a video by Demi. It was called a letter to my fans. I opened it and watched the video. I was crying again. When the video was over I looked to my door and saw David standing there.

"I'm a horrible person," I said between sobs.

"No you're not," he said walking towards me.

"Yes I am," I said, "What am I gonna do?"

"You are going to get better. You are going to write everything down. Everything you are feeling and not just for your paper," he said sitting on my bed and handing me a journal.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"Mom made it for you. I told her Demi Lovato has been inspiring you and she made you a journal," he said.

I grabbed the journal and started looking at it. It was covered in pictures of Demi Lovato, except for the very middle. It had a quote, or lyrics:

Baby I just ran out of band aids

I don't even know where to start

cause you can bandage the damage

you never really can fix a heart.

"Thank you," I said looking back up at David.

"Sis, you can do this, but not alone. Write in this, everyday about everything you are feeling. Before you know it, your feelings are going to change. As you start eating, exercising, and balancing your life," he said.

I leaned on his shoulder and he held me while I cried. I've done so much damage, but he still had faith in me that I could heal. Maybe I had it all wrong. He will always be the successful one, but maybe it didn't mean I had to be the disappointment child after all. Maybe there’s still time for me to make something of myself.

THE END CHAPTER 6!!!

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