My Sister Saved My Life (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Mistake -1-

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McKenzie POV

I was sitting in study hall writing yet another fan letter to Demi Lovato. Why you ask? I want to tell her how much she means to me. If she wouldn't have been on Barney and Friends as a kid, I wouldn't have discovered her and I wouldn't be here right now. I stood by her through everything, no matter what she does, or how many mistakes she makes, I will still love her. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is McKenzie Adams. I'm fifteen years old, I live in Rosewood, Ohio, I'm a sophomore in high school. I have dark brown hair, glasses, I'm not a girly girl. I'm a country girl. I know what you re thinking. Country girl in Ohio? yeah right. It's true though. I was born in Dallas, Texas, so i just kept my country roots. I'm not over-weight, but I'm not a stick. I look hot in a tank top and short shorts, if that tells you anything. My parents died a few years ago. I'm over it. They were assholes. They abused me, my sister, and my brother. They were drunk all the time. My brother moved out as soon as he hit eighteen, my sister unfortunately died in the same car accident as my parents. anyways, I live on my own, I think i have family in Dallas, but there's no way in hell im moving there. Last thing I want you to know. I cut.

I had just finished my letter to Demi, and was at my locker when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I tensed, then realized it was Mark. My boyfriend. I turned around and kissed him.

"Hey baby. How was study hall with Satan?" he asked, walking me to lunch.

"Awesome as usual. What do we do in Bio?" I ask him, grabbing an apple off his tray.

"Take a test then watch boring videos. She stands there and talks about stupid shit like always." he says after eating half of his sandwich.

My phone buzzes on the table, I grab it before Mark just in case its my brother, Tyler. It was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Is this McKenzie?

Me: Yes, who is this?

Unknown: Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes. Alone, but don't worry I wont hurt you, I promise.

Me: Fine, but I'm bringing my boyfriend. Deal with it.

"Who you texting babe?" Mark asks, his mouth full of food. Ewe, what do I even see I'm him anymore? He's just an abusive asshole now. I ask myself.

"Just a friend. Hey the pep rally is in 10 minutes right?" I ask him, as I throw my empty water bottle on his tray.

"Yeah, why?" he asks confused.

"I have to meet someone in the gym. Come with me?" I asked, giving him my puppy dog eyes.

"Sure. Lets go baby. " he said, getting up and taking my hand.

We get into the gym, and standing in the middle, is the one and only Demi Lovato.

"McKenzie, right?' she asks, all I can do is nod. "I'm Demi Lovato, but I think you already know that. I need to talk to you." she looks at Mark, who has his arm wrapped protectively around me, "Alone, please."

"Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of Mark. He knows everything about me." I say getting a little mad. She doesn't even know him, don't tell him he cant be here.

"I got all four of your letters McKenzie. I want to help you. You don't need to hurt yourself to be loved. Look at your boyfriend. He seems to love you just the way you are. Please let me help you." she says desperately.

"What the hell?! I don't need help. I'm fine the way I am. I didn't ask you to come here. I certainly don't need your help." I say. I take off running to the locker room. I lock the door, I know they re both trying to get in. They both know what I'm about to do. I grab my blade from my bag and make four cuts. Unintentionally making an M, for Makayla. My sister.

I sit on the floor, crying, and hear the door get broken down. Damn Mark and his strength. Demi runs over to me, crying, and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry Demi. I over reacted. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." I say, my voice raspy from crying.

"It's okay, baby girl. I'm going to help you get better. I promise. everybody slips up sometimes." she says with a smile.

She helps me up, I discretely hide my blade in my boot - thank god i wore my favorite ones today. We leave, which is normal for Mark and I so nobody stops us, Mark drags me to his truck. Before I get into Mark's truck, Demi gives me the 'we need to talk' look. I nod. We pull out of the parking lot, Demi right behind us, and drive off to my house. Demi is here for another reason than just my fan letters, I just don't know what it is yet. I'm determined to find out though. Mark notices me thinking, grabs my hand, and cranks up 'I Want Crazy' by Hunter Hayes for the drive home. I just met my idol, not in the best way, but i don't care. For the first time in a while, I dread going home.