Everything Would Change

World Of Chances

It's been a month, a whole freaking month, since Demi sent me the text trying to get me to open up. She had DM'd me on twitter, but I unfollowed her so she couldn't anymore, though I still had notifications for her tweets. I still had her on Instagram and I made sure to get notifications for those too. Marissa had messaged me once, since we had each other on Instagram, she was worried about Demi and wanted me to talk to her. I couldn't reply.

It was a Friday morning when I got a notification of a tweet from Demi, she'd tagged me in it. In case you change your mind, I'll be waiting here in case you just want to come home @demispringle I love you, come home...please...#lyrics. It's been 5 weeks since we spoke and just over that since I decided I wouldn't burden her. My mentions started blowing up, lovatics asking me what was going on, and I couldn't take it.

I actually had a plan by the end of next week I would be out of here. I was running away. I had been taking money out of my account religiously. I had been doing it since Demi's last visit. I had nearly $15,000 in cash stashed around my room. I also had a ticket to LA leaving next Friday, one way. I knew I would only get the use of my credit card within the first week of being in LA, I had to withdraw another $2000 by the flight and I was hoping to get another $2000 when in LA, but I knew to do it at the airport so it could look like I had another flight.

I was going to try and find Demi, but I was going to go through Marissa, so I finally replied to her message on Instagram. I was hoping she might hide me away or even meet me at the airport, I couldn't tell Demi because she would tell me I was being ridiculous so I had to try and trust Mar to help me.

Me: Hey Mar, I should've replied to you so much sooner, I'm so sorry.I need your help with something if you're open to it?

Now I just had to wait and hope she would be willing to listen and not hate me for fucking with Demi.

My dad had gotten worse this past month, he was in my room every night and abusing me every other moment he could. He and my mom had started drinking more, and together now too.

Flash Back

I ran downstairs to get a glass of water, something to try and get rid of the stomach pains, as I was walking back towards the stairs with my glass I heard the door fling open and slam against the wall. My dad bellowed "Useless brat get over here right now" I struggled with running up the stairs to get away and actually turning back to help him. Fear got the best of me and I slowly stepped towards my father.

He slammed his hand against the door "Hurry up you fat piece of shit" I flinched but kept moving forward till I was right in front of him. He stood still from a moment a small smile on his lips and he then he lifted the beer bottle in his hand and slammed it down, I quickly threw my hands above my hand and lent forward. Most of the glass shattered on my arms and back, luckily. I screamed and pushed him, turning to run away. Just as I hit the bottom step I hear my mother laugh and feel her bottle smash at my feet"

End Flash Back

I still had tiny scars on my shoulders from the glass they've been throwing. This is why I had to leave.

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I woke up suddenly, my breathing heavy and sweating, the stupid nightmare about Demi still lingering in my mind. God it's only7:30am it's not even a school day! Stupid freaking brain. I saw a reply from Mar and decided to check it, may as well just get up now anyway.

Mar: Hey Kid, it sure has been a while, I know you haven't spoken to Demi in like a month, she's losing it Kid she needs to know you're alright. I can try and help but if Demi finds out I'm dead so what's up?