Dear Demi (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first story. I have absolutely no idea how good it will be because the other day I just randomly came up with the idea.

Warning: This story may be triggering. It includes self-harm/eating disorders/depression/alcohol/ect.

Dear Demi,

I'm writing this letter because your the only person I have right now. I desperately need a way of clearing out my mind, telling someone about everything.

Before I get into anything serious, I thought I would start off by telling you about myself. I'm not writing this because I'm trying to be some sob story, asking for attention. At this point, Im never going to see or meet you so, you're never going to read this. But by the time I'm done writing, I probably won't want you to anyways.

My name is Kara Adams and I'm 16 years old. I've always been shy, it's just a part of who I am and everyone who grew up with me knows that. Basically, my family are my only friends. My cousin is the closest thing I have to a best friend, but she's an adult now and sometimes I doubt if I could ever talk to her about my personal life, if that makes any sense. School is hell for me. Everyday that I go to school, I'm completely ignored. I know it's way better than being physically bullied. I actually don't really know how to explain it, really. Everyone in my town and school, have their own friends. If you try to talk to anyone, even for a project, it usually results in getting laughed at. Everyday they talk about you and judge you behind your back.

I also suffer from severe migraines. A lot of people don't know how bad they actually are and think they are just headaches. I've had them my whole life and I've been to the hospital about 12 times. They usually result in me missing tons of school and things haven't been going over well with my school lately. They've sent me to court for missing so many days, and sent me to two therapists. Great right? They think I'm "faking" my absences and I'm overly shy. It's not like I don't want to have any friends.

Anyways, Demi, that's just a little bit about me. If you ever get these letters and decide that you want to read more, thank you. If not, I understand. I'm not worthy of you're time and I'm sure you have better things to do than read about my problems.

Lots of love, ~Kara

"Kara!" I could hear my mom shouting from downstairs,

"Dinner is ready!"

I groaned and quickly shoved the first letter into an envelope, trying to think of a place no one would find it. In my bathroom cabinet seemed like a good place.

As I walked down the stairs, my mother already had a huge plate of food on the table and my dad was stuffing his face. I slowly sat down and looked at the food. I hate dinner because it's the one meal I can never avoid since we eat as a family. I always make sure I eat when I'm around family because that way, they can't say I haven't been eating.

I picked up a fork and started eating. Every bite was just a reminder of how much weight I was going to gain. I'm already a disgusting pig.

After eating half of the food on my plate, I gave up. I'm usually always able to at least get through dinner but right now, my inner demons were getting the best of me.

Do you see all of the food you just ate?

Now you're going to be even fatter.

Stop trying to be thin, fat-ass.

I tried to shut my eyes to make the demons in my head shut up. When I opened my eyes, my mom was staring at me. She was about to ask what was wrong when her phone rang throughout the house. The second she got up and left the kitchen, I quickly scraped the rest of the food that was on my plate into the trash. I bolted up to my room, locking the door.I headed straight for the bathroom connected to my room, locking that door too. Better safe than sorry, right? I stood in the bathroom for a few minutes trying to calm myself down. But of course that doesn't work.

You know what you need to do after eating all of that shit.

I've been almost a week clean, but I could care less right now. I just need a release.

I gave in to my demons and leaned over the toilet, shoving two of my fingers in the back of my throat. I tried to be as quiet as possible while throwing up everything I just ate. I kept going until my throat burned to a point where I had to stop. I then brushed my teeth, and washed my face making sure I looked half-way decent.

Once I walked back to my room, I heard my phone buzz with a new text message. Well that's strange, I haven't had any messages in weeks. I looked at my phone and saw it was from Shylie. Shylie was my best friend for 5 years until she moved and completely forgot about me. Never called. Never texted. I guess she just didn't care. Why would she text me?

Shylie: Why the hell would you do something like this? We haven't talked in two years. I can't believe you. Your such an ungrateful little bitch.

I re-read the message like 10 times before I finally came to the conclusion that, I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about.

Kara: What are you talking about?

Shylie: Don't play dumb. Your the only one that knows my twitter password. It had to be you. Just because your best friend decided to kill herself because she wanted some way of gaining attention doesn't give you the right to mess with me. I don't find your situation pitiful.

I was speechless. No one talks to me about Lily. 6 months ago, she committed suicide. Nobody realized how depressed she really was. It happened so fast.

My mind was racing as I logged onto my twitter account, which I never use. I clicked on Shylie and looked at her latest tweets.

Every single one of them was her name-calling and saying horrible things about some of the most popular people she hangs out with. I was astonished to say the least. She really believed I would do something like that?

I sat on my bed for a few minutes just staring at the screen. I glanced at it one more time. Just as I was about to log off, I saw it.

The one tweet that sent my world even more upside down than it already is.

@Shylieheart11: Sorry guys, I seriously didn't mean anything I said. I got hacked by @KaraAdams334. I can't believe her right now.

I threw my phone across the room, not caring if it breaks. I picked up my iPod and put in my ear buds. I automatically turned one of Demi Lovato's songs on. My mind kept replaying the past 20 minutes and before I knew it, I was sobbing. I'm such a screwed up mess. I need someone who will listen. I need someone who cares. I need Demi.

A/N: I just wanted to add that this chapter is basically just to get a feel for what Kara's life is like. The main theme for this story is going to be how Kara talks about things going on and explains what her life is like to Demi through a series of letters.