Nightingales (demi lovato fanfic)

Family "Love"

Chapter 1

Demi's big brown eyes stared back at me as I lied on my bed. Most people found it creepy that I had a poster of her on my roof but they didn't understand how much I love Demi Lovato. She saved my life. She is my reason to live. It's hard to imagine how much impact someone who lives on the other side of the world can have on you, someone who has never even been to my content let alone know who I am. Her smiley face watched as I slowly drifted into sleep -the only place I could escape the reality of life.

Shouldn't come back started playing and I knew it was time to wake up. I quickly turned it off so that I wouldn't wake up my family and quietly put my sports clothes on. I liked running at 5 in the morning because no one was around so I didn't have to cover my scars and I could just run. I closed teh door quietly behind meand made sure I didn't wake any of my family up. I can only imagine what would happen then. I put my ear phones in and started blasting DEMI. I really wish her Neon Lights tour was coming to Australia. I can't explain how happy I would be if I met her. It would be beyond amazing. Selena's coming to Australia but I wasn't allowed tickets unless I paid for them and I had to get myself to the arena and there is no way that my anxiety would allow me to catch the train or bus to her concert. So I'm not going.

I got back home at 6:00 which gave me just enough time to get changed and hop back into bed. 5 minutes later mum's alarm went off. I closed my eyes and braced myself for her.

"Elsa get the out of bed now and help me with your sisters!" she said in a harsh tone. I pulled myself out of bed and followed her into Erica's room. Erica was 7 and she was the angel of the house. She can never do anything wrong, never. And then theres Jazmine who is 13 and she gets away with murder. My parent's know that she's done something wrong but they just say well we'll let you off this time. They are both smarter and prettier than me. Im just the eldest child who is blamed fro everything. The fuck up child. The first and worst bit of my parents life. Jaz and Erica do everything better and faster than me and everyone knows it. The saying 'first the wrost, second the best and third, the golden princess' is too true in my family. Jaz got all the brains and Erica got all the looks but jaz still manages to be prettier than me. Not to mention that she could easily be a thinspo.

"It's time to wake up, Erica." my mum was tickling Erica and playing with all of her teddies.

"Mumma I don't want to go to school." Erica grumbled.

"Yeah I know sweetie but sometimes we have to do and look after things that we don't want to." As she said that she gave me a harsh look and I knew that it was directed at me. She pointed towards Jazmines room so I went to wake her up. I got the delightful job of waking up a thirteen year old at 6:15 in the morning.

"Hey Jaz, it's time to wake up."

"Get the fuck out of my room." I dodged the pillow that came flying in my direction.

"Jaz you have to get up for school." "Why should I listen to an ugly, worthless peice of shit like you?"

"You have 5 minutes before you need to be dressed," I said as calmly as possible. I walked out looking at my feet. I passed Erica's room and mum and her were having a tickle fight. I heard mum whisper

"don't ever turn out like Elsa." This happened every morning and you'de think I wuld be used to it and I am but it doesn't make it hurt any less. It hurts just the same.

Warning: Triggering

I walked into my room and picked up my uniform from my chair and my makeup container. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I went through my makeup and pulled out my powder foundation. I opened the lid and lifted up the sponge revealing 3 small blades. I picked one up and turned on the shower and hoped in. I slid my back down the shower wall and played with the blade whilst the clod water rained down on me. I traced my scars with the tip of the blade and then in one quick swipe, made a new one appear. I watched as the red line slowly formed and then seconds after the red rubies started dancing down my arm and for a few seconds I was at peice with myself. The next cut I made was to punish myself for being a shit daughter and fro being so fat and the last one was to hurt myself instead of anyone else. I had three perfectly straigth lines on my wrist that contrasted against the purple and white ones. I finished showering and returned my blade to the foundation and then got dreesed and put my bracelets on because i couldn't wear long sleeves in summer becasue peope notice and you die of heat. I did my hair and put my makeup on and then took it all back to my room.

"Bye mum, I'm going now." I got a groan as an answer and I ran down stairs and pulled the door shut behind me.

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This is my first story so please tell me if it's ok. I still don't really know how to use this and I'm a terrible speller so bare with me. I don't know if anyone will read this but ohwell.