Never Been Hurt (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Well, we are gonna be sitting here for a while. I'm not gonna eat. So if you're gonna sit here till I eat; I hope you brought you a bag to shit in and a bottle to piss in." I said as my anger grew and grew. "Y'all can't force me to eat. In a way y'all do, but y'all aren't gonna win."

She sigh, "We got a tuff one." She said out loud as she wrote on the clip board.

A hour has passed by. I look at the tables and only one person was left in here. It was Callie, she glance at me then look back down at her food.

"Hey, can you tell me about her?" I said pointing my finger at her, but not enough for Callie to see her.

"Oh, Callie, Know one knows about her really. The police brought her in here saying she's suicidal. Know one knows about her. She's really jumpy so be careful with your actions toward her." She explained to me. I can't believe they drop her off here not even telling them about her besides she suicidal. There has to be more to it.

"Demi, please eat it." She begged.

I moan as my anger grew again, "I'm seriously not hungry. I'm not lying, just fucking trust me."

"I wish I coul-"

"You can, but you just won't. You know what fuck it." I said and picked up my tray and threw it away and hurried of to my room; locking the door behind me. "Demi."

"Go away!" I yelled and bang on the door.

"I would, but this is my room to." The girl said. I didn't know it was Callie. I've never heard her talk before, but she sounds like she's got a raspy voice.

I opened the door, "Oh sorry. I thought-"

"It's ok. I've done that before to." She said as I shut the door. She laid down on her bed with ear buds in listening to music. I just laid down and there was a knock on the door. I moan and got up to answer it. It was the nurse that signed me in.

I smiled, "Hey."

"Hello, here you go Miss Lovato, it's your daily schedule." She handed it to me with a smile.

I giggled, "Thank you, but please stop calling me 'Miss Lovato' just call me Demi."

She giggled, "Ok, Demi."

"So do I start today?" I ask as I look threw my schedule.

"Um, everyone gets 30 minutes of free time after breakfast and then y'all start at 9."

"Alright thank you. Have a nice day." I smiled and shut the door. I walked over and sat beside Callie on her bed. I wanted to ask her questions, but I was still trying to answer myself.

She looked at me weird and got up and walked out of the room. "Ok?" I said out loud to myself. I folded up my paper and put it in my back pocket. I walk out trying to find where she went.

I walk up to some girls talking in the hallway. "Hey, do you guys know where Callie went?"

"Yeah, she usually sits under a bench out there by itself under the tree. Wait, you Demi Lovato!" The girl said in shock.

I smiled, "Yep." I said and all the girls started fangirling.

"Wait, what you doing in here?" They ask.

"I'll tell you sometime. Right now I wanna go find Callie." I said and jogged off. I didn't actually want to talk about it at the moment or to some people I don't even know.

I walk outside, it was freezing cold. I wrap myself up and walk threw the grounds of the place. They have beautiful flowers, but they were dying because of the whether changing. I saw Callie sitting under a huge tree away from everything. I walk over and sat down beside her. "Hey."

She looked at me then back down to her paper. "I got a question." I said and she looked up at me. "Where do we got for all these classes?"

She look back at her paper, more like a sketch pad, "We do all our classes in the living room area or lunch room. They don't use rooms because people come and they need the rooms. They only have one room which is for therapy." She said as she started sketching. "Hey let me see that." I said as I reach for it and she flinched. I pulled my arm back, "What's the matter?" I ask trying not to laugh because that was weird.

"Nothing, if you want it here." She sat it in my lap and walked off with her messenger bag.

"I'm so confused right now." I said out loud to myself. I look threw the book. She was fucking good. She drew a humming bird drinking out of a flower, some girls sitting under a tree and they look they was having a good time, then there was a picture that had a mother which look like a drunk because her face was red and she had that wasted expression, then a father which had a evil looking face, and a daughter. The daughters face was blank; nothing was on it and looks like she has cuts and bruises all over it.

That picture was odd from all of her others. Like, all the other pics was sweet and beautiful and this one looks evil and dark. I closed it and ran inside to give it back to her. I didn't want it so why give it to me and leave it. This girl is so...odd but interesting.