Everything Would Change

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Mac's POV
She was dancing around in her baggy sweats and a giant jersey, singing along to her own song; Made In The USA.

But she hasn't released that album yet, it comes out in a month.

She was smiling so brightly, laughing so hard her head fell back.

"Cmon baby girl! Dance with me" she yelled as she tried to grab my hand.

It was her, it was really her, the Demi I loved at the start; the Demi who could make me feel like a lightweight.

I smiled back at her and started dancing, jumping around in circles as she sang loudly.

The paintbrush fell from my hand as my eyes landed on what she had painted on the wall.

I giant demon face, with huge fangs and menacing eyes.

A gasp flew from my mouth as I stumbled backwards, every last nerve in my body on edge.

Her laugh echoed loudly in my head as she faded from my mind.

She came back sharper than before, more vivid, and this time she wasn't singing or in baggy sweats.

She was dressed in ripped jeans and her favourite band tee and she was looking straight through me.

"Why can't you just get it right for once! You keep trying and trying but you just can't get it right!" She screamed, pushing my body backwards.

I stumbled, tripping over my feet, as I tried to get away from her.

"I don't want you, I never wanted you so just get it right already!" She screamed as she shoved me roughly against the wall.

My head collided, with a loud crack, against the wall and she vanished once again.

When I opened my eyes I found her again, curled up in a big t shirt and leggings. She was huddled in the door frame of my bathroom.

I screamed when I saw all the blood, so much blood; too much blood.

She was crying and screaming my name, and when I looked closely I could see my body sprawled on the floor.

My lips were blue and I wasn't moving, not even my chest; up and down with breath, there was nothing.

"You said we'd be together forever! What have you done!?" She screamed as she slammed her hands against the wall.

She collapsed against it and I watched as Marissa came over and pulled her up.

"Come on Demi, you can't stay here; she's gone" she whispered softly, trying to get Demi up on her feet.

"No! I'm right here! I didn't leave! I'm sorry!" I screamed.

I watched as my screams fell away in a cloud of smoke.

"No! No mom! Mommy I'm right here!! Please! Please!!" I screamed, tears falling fast down my face.

I felt the air knocked from my body, as I forcefully pushed into the ground.

Demi's POV

I groaned as Marissas contact lit up my phone, an incoming call, and hit ignore.

She didn't need to pick a fight, I felt awful, but I'd only agreed to push it out a week on the promise of 2 months off after.