My Sister Saved My Life (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Scream -12-

After launching myself into the memories I've wanted to forget, both Dallas and Demi hugged me, telling me how proud they were and how much they love me. Mom and Maddie were both crying, and Eddie looked pissed off and sad. I never wanted to make them sad.

"I'm sorry. I let Ashley and her little bitches get to me, I should've been stronger. I'm so sorry I let you down." I tried to get up, but Demi stopped me. Knowing what I was going to do, she wrapped me in a tight hug and whispered to me.

"Don't even fucking think about it Kenz. You're stronger than this. I promise." All I can do is nod. I know I'm shaking, but I can't stop. Dallas grabs my hands.

"Calm down babe. Don't give yourself a panic attack sweetie." Dallas said. She helped me calm down, then the rest of the family spoke up.

"There's no need to be sorry sweetie. We love you, no matter what. By the way, I've adopted you back baby girl, you're a Lovato again." Mom said, giving me a big smile. 

"Yeah, we may not be full sisters, but I will always love you like one Kenzie. We just met, and I love you already. Seeing you so sad and knowing what you're doing to yourself hurts." Maddie said, looking down. I could tell she was trying not to cry. 

"We may not be biologically related, but I will always love you like my own. I will give you 110% of my support during your recovery. I love you Kenz." Eddie said, before leaving the room. 

I started fidgeting in Demi's arms. I needed to do something with my hands, I couldn't stop moving. I snapped one of the rubber bands, making me feel a little better. 

Demi's head snapped up and she looked me in the eyes, "You okay Kenz?"

"Yeah." I said, flashing my fake smile. She saw right through it. 

"Hey, we're gonna go to bed. Kenzie and I have had a long day. We'll see you guys in the morning." 

We say goodnight to the rest of the family and head upstairs. 

"Dem, I'm sleeping with you right?" I ask as we head upstairs. 

Seeing her nod, I follow her into her room and change. I quickly climb into bed, in only a tank top and shorts. I kept my bracelets on, which I usually do. 

"Shit. Dem hurry up, I gotta pee!" I yell.

I hear her loud laugh from the bathroom, then she walks out as I push pat and walk in. I lock the door, force of habit I guess. I use the toilet and brush my teeth. I start thinking about how much my life has changed in just a few weeks. I start screaming, letting out all the built up emotions I've had for a few days. I guess it's louder than I thought and I don't hear anything but my scream. Next thing I know, a teary-eyed Demi is pulling me into a hug and Dallas has a key to the bathroom door. Stupid! Why would you lock the fucking door? They probably thought you were cutting. 

"Kenzie. did you....?" Dallas trailed off, but I knew what she was asking. 

I shook my head, "No. I was just sitting here and I got really freaked out and I needed something to drown out the voices, I don't know why I locked the door. I'm sorry guys. I zoned out. I didn't hear you yelling or anything," I said, looking away from Dallas. I felt really bad, they had gotten so worried. I'm such an idiot. 

"It's okay babe, jsut don't lock the door anymore, kay?" Demi asks, pulling me up from the floor. I nod. 

"Kay. I'm sorry again Demz. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed, but I promise I'll try my hardest to stay clean." I reply, looking straight into Demi's eyes so she knows I'm not lying. 

"You can do it baby girl, I believe in you." Dallas says before leaving the room, probably heading to bed. 

"Let's go lay down kiddo." Demi says. 

I jump on her back and have her carry me to bed. I hop off her back and grab a sweatshirt to cover up my scars. Demi stops me. 

"Nope, you're not gonna cover up here. Hand over the sweatshirt and the bracelets."

I do as I'm told, not really wanting to face the wrath of Demi again. I suddenly remember the scars on my leg. Shit. Maybe I can throw on some sweat pants before she notices. I grab some sweat pants from my suitcase, but I stop putting them on when Demi glares at me. 

"I've already seen them. So has Dallas. She saw them on your run. You don't need to be ashamed of them baby girl, they're battle wounds. They show how strong you are." I smile at Demi. 

"Uhm...Dem? I need to show you something...." I tell Demi. 

"What is it babe? You know I won't judge you." 

"Don't be mad." I say. 

Here goes nothing.

I pull down my sweat pants just enough so you can see my hips and pull my tank top up a little. I close my eyes, hearing Demi gasp. 

"McKenzie Logan Lovato!" 

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Sorry guys! I feel like this chapter sucks. It's not as long as the others, but I'm not feeling to great right now. Chances are, whatever you're thinking Demi saw, isn't what I have planned. I know when I said Dianna adopted McKenzie, it wouldn't actually work like that in real like but whatever. #YOLOSWAG <------- Lol inside joke with my friend Peter. Love you man. I love you guys! Stay Strong.<3