I heard a very loud noise...
Mayara P.O.V.
"WHY?! Why do you do this to me?" I scream at my alarm clock.
"May, shut up... I'm trying to sleep," Demi mumbles beside me.
"Demi, you need to wake up! It's 9 a.m., and you have a concert in England today," Marissa says, already awake.
"WHY?! Why do you do this to me?" Demi screams again, and I can't help but die laughing.
Four hours later, everyone is finally ready. Why did it take so long? Well... because we're girls, duh.
It's 4 p.m., and everyone is getting ready for tonight's concert. I feel kind of alone—well, I am alone. Marissa is just sitting there, busy with her phone. I decide to go to my own room on the tour bus. Finally, some peace.
Ha ha, dumbass.
You can never chill, fatass. We're always here to keep you busy doing what you deserve.
You know what we mean.
I know exactly what they mean. With tears in my eyes, I try to block out the voices. Marissa made me eat about half an hour ago... so I could still throw it up.
"Help... stop... please..." I quietly whisper, running to the bathroom. I sit in front of the toilet, slowly sticking two fingers down my throat.
"MAYARA!"
Oh no... that sounds like Demi. I lift my head and meet her eyes. There she is—my sister. I can't move. I just start crying.
"May... why are you doing this to yourself?" she asks.
"I had to... they were too loud, Demi," I whisper, finally looking into her beautiful eyes. Mine are probably red and puffy by now.
She pulls me into a hug. "May, I will always be here for you. No matter what. Let me help you. Let me in, May."
Wait... is she crying?
"Dem... why are you crying? I don't deserve to make you cry," I say, sniffing.
HAHAHA, so true. Fatty.
I press my hands to my ears, trying to block out the voices. Demi stops me and begins to softly sing Nightingale. My favorite song.
"I love you, May. You are so beautiful and wonderfully made. I love you so much. You don't deserve this at all. I will always be here for you."
"I love you too..." I whisper back.
And then, finally, I fall asleep in her safe, caring arms.
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Mayara Lovato (a Demi Lovato f.f.)
FanfictionI'm Mayara Michele Lovato. Yeah, that Lovato - Demi's my sister. Everyone knows her name, but me? At home, I'm just the nobody in the corner. School sucks. Life sucks. Everything feels broken. The question is: how long can I keep it together... and...
