Broken (A Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 1

My name is Sabrina and I'm 14 years old. I live (at the moment) at Sunnyvale Home for Girls but I move in and out with loads of different foster couples. I don't mind it here, I mean I like it more than all of the foster placements I've been in. They give me 3 meals a day, I have a real bed and most of all it's easy to keep secrets but don't get me wrong it's no piece of cake.

I do have a friend here, Zoe, well she's more like a big sister. She's 18 and always looks after me and I share everything with her, well almost. You see the thing is that I've never really had friends (other than Zoe), only enemies. The other kids call me names and laugh at me, Zoe always tells me not let it bother me but the truth is is that it does.

I ran across the hall into Zoe's room, tears streaming down my face and black mascara running down my cheeks with it. I collapsed onto her bed in a mess and she sandwiched me between her arms. My bony ribs were moving frantically up and down as panic surged throughout my body. "Shhhh Sabby, it's okay sweets" she whispered into my ear in a calm, comforting voice. Her hand rubbed circles on my back as my breathing began to slow down, "Now tell me what's up?" she asked.

"He was doing it again. Ethan." Ethan was a care worker. "He was telling me to stop eating so I won't put on anymore weight and get even uglier, he said I might as well just kill myself to make everybody's lives easier." I muttered between gasping breaths.

"Shh remember Sabby, just like we practised. In and out. In and out. There you go. Now you know full well that everything he told you isn't true, don't you?"

"No he's right Zoe, it's all right!"

"No he's not, he's just trying to get in your head. You're beautiful and don't need to lose any weight. You're perfect the way you are. Now let's dry those eyes. You have another possible foster placement coming to meet you, remember?" Zoe said trying to lighten the mood.

"Who cares? You know as well as I do that all foster parents suck!" I screamed, furious that she could not see how right Ethan was. I stumbled back into my tiny bedroom and grabbed a sharp razor blade from my bedside. I then sprinted to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I fell into a heap on the floor and traced over the scars on my wrists and before I knew it I was slashing at them. Blood seeped out the wounds and trickled down my arm. Once I was finished I threw the blade down and reached for the black towel above me. I pressed it against my arm until the cuts were no longer bleeding and then I stood up and wandered back to my room.

Before I knew it there was a knock at the door following a proud voice, "Hey fatso, your new parent will be here in two minutes, but don't rush it's not like their actually going to want you!" Ethan bellowed.

I threw on a black hoodie with some ripped jeans and burgundy converse. Then I ran a hairbrush through my hair and tied it up in a ponytail before heading downstairs to meet the next nightmare in my life.