Mayara Lovato (a Demi Lovato f.f.)

- Chapter 10

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P.O.V. Mayara

I have to tell my sister how I really feel. But how?

"Come on, May. You can tell me everything," Demi says gently, sitting beside me in my room, her eyes pleading.

"I-I don't know how..." I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks.

She sighs softly, lifts my chin, and wipes my tears away. "Should I ask you questions, and you promise to answer honestly?"

I nod.

"Alright. First of all... are you being bullied at school? Tell me everything," she asks.

I take a deep breath before answering. "Y-yes... I get bullied a lot... mentally and physically. They say mean things, and sometimes they try to hurt me." My voice barely rises above a whisper.

Demi's jaw tightens, but I see her fighting to stay strong. "Good for telling me, baby. Who is bullying you?"

"It all starts with Kayla. She's the leader. Her friends... Fiona and Grace... they do it for her," I admit, my voice shaking.

Don't be so honest stupid!

Demi's expression hardens. "Thank you for telling me, baby girl. Now I want you to be honest... tell me about your struggles with eating and self harming."

My throat tightens. I know she wants to hear that I'm fine, but I'm not. I take a shaky breath. "I struggle with eating... everyone tells me I'm fat. And... sometimes the voices tell me I'll never be perfect... that nothing I do is enough for this family... or for school. That's why I do what I do, I guess. You said it helps, earlier in the days."

Demi stays silent, listening. Her hand tightens around mine. I continue, letting the tears fall freely. "That's why... I feel so lost. Everything feels impossible sometimes."

P.O.V. Demi

It's all my fault. Everything is my fault. My baby sister, Mayara, is hurting because of the pressure, the bullying, the voices in her head... and I didn't see it soon enough.

You're the worst sister ever. And guess what, were back.

I run out of Mayara's room and lock myself in my own bedroom.

Go cut, cut, cut.

Why are they even back? "Shut up!"

I walk into my bathroom and make sure everything is locked. The only person who could come in is Marissa, but she never will because she isn't here. 'Just one cut.': I whisper to myself. I have a blade in my hand. Yes, I still have those just in case. 

Do I really want to break my 5 years clean?

I press the blade to my wrist and then...

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