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

Chapter 7: Who's That Boy - 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 7: Who’s That Boy

I've been writing in my new Demi journal every day. David was right; it does make me feel better. It was now Thursday and I was going through all my journal entries to put together my paper for class. For the first time in my life I actually cared about class. Obviously it was only because Demi was coming to school, but still, they all knew that. My family hasn't let me go to school all week. I've been going crazy at home, but I know now it was for the best. They are constantly watching me...except for dad. Figures...he still can't be around us even though Mom basically begs him to. He’s the only one left in the house who doesn’t care about me at all. If he does then he has a funny way of showing it. He stays in his study, but David tells me not to think about that. Of course I do anyway. He can’t stop me. Mom makes all the meals and watches me eat them. I can’t leave the table until the plate is empty. David is the supportive one. He's the one I talk to about all of this, like how many times I've wanted to throw up or cut myself.  Surprisingly, I’ve only relapsed twice this week. As of now I have been clean for a whole day. That’s a record for me.

He even hired a bunch of people to help me. I yelled at him when he did, obviously. You'd be creeped out too if you walked in your house to find all these strangers staring at you. I have a trainer, who teaches me how to exercise. I have a nutritionist, who helps me with my food and I have a therapist. Apparently I was one of those crazy people who needs one. David yelled at me for saying that too. He's been yelling at me a lot, mostly for all the negative things I say. My therapist, Suzie says it's a good thing. That way, my brains gets into the habit of thinking negative comments are bad and I will stop all together.

After hours of working on my paper, I finally felt like it was good enough to turn in tomorrow. I printed it off my computer and put it in my bag.  I've been keeping in contact with my teachers (they think I’m sick) so I had a lot of homework stuffed in there. I put my laptop on my desk and went to bed.

My alarm clock was blaring at me at 5:30 and my trainer was yelling at me. I basically fell out of bed and into some workout clothes. He pushed me the whole way to the gym, which we now have in our house thanks to David, and started our training session. We work out every morning before I have to go to school. Technically I haven't been to school all week, but my trainer pretends I do so we won't have to change my schedule again. He starts me on the treadmill, like usual, which gets insanely boring. I actually start sarcastically snoring at him, until he starts turning it up so I'm sprinting. My mouth’s been getting me into a lot of trouble lately. I make sure to throw a few insults at him too while I’m at it.

After an hour and a half workout he lets me go upstairs to get ready for school. I quickly take a shower and change into my new wardrobe. David made me throw all my emo clothes away, but he did make an exception for my favorite hoodie. I know now that's not who I really was. Those clothes were just my depressed self. Thanks to Demi Lovato, I wasn't that person anymore. I didn't know who I was yet, but hopefully I will know soon. I got dressed, and grabbed my bag. I walked downstairs to find David waiting for me.