Not My Sister (Demi Lovato Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Daniella's pov

"WHAT THE HELL MADDIE YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE!" I screamed at the girl infront of me.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I scoffed. "Yeah right! You are so sorry you thought you'd break your promise. Didn't you?!"

She looked down. I should of knew this was going to happen. It's like deja vu or something. "Madison answer me!"

"She dosen't have to answer to nothing!" A voice spoke behind me. I turned on my heel away from Maddie to look at the person. It was 'My mom'.

"And why not Demetria?" She cringed slightly. "Don't call me that. And because she is my babygirl and she hasn't done anything wrong!" She moved towards Madison and picked her up.

"I swear you treat her more like your daughter than me."

"First of all her name is Madison, get it right! Second I'd rather have her as my daughter than you!" She shouted angrily. "Yeah I know you mean that because you have given Madison more love in a week than you have given me in the last few years." I muttered under my breath.

"Daniella, baby look how many times do I have to tell you, I'm sorry."

"IF YOU WERE SORRY, I WOULDN'T BE SUFFERING RIGHT NOW! I WOULD BE HAPPY WITH A MOTHER AND FATHER WHO LOVE ME!" I shook my head and continued.

"And I know that is never gonna happen because you never wanted me. No-one does. I'm a worthless, pathetic, useless, emo, freak, fat and stupid person that no-one loves. No wonder you all think I have problems."

Tears slipped from eyes, wishing they would just run out already because I hate people seeing me cry. I hate how they think about me, I hate how they judge me. I hate me,myself and I.

I ran out of the room going downstairs to the backyard. I set myself on one of the chairs. Just staring at the lit up pool, how it glistened and moved in a slow rhythm. It was a beautiful sight.

I frowned.Why can't I be beautiful? Or pretty? I'm not wishing to be perfect. I'm just wishing for love. A mother's or father's love. I don't even know who my dad is. I wonder why Demi hates me?

Do I remind her of something? Maybe I came out of rape? She did say that I my dad never met me. I want answers but I know I won't ever get them not from Demi anyway.

"Hey princess." I turned my head and saw Dallas smiling at me. I smiled back weakly then turned my head to the pool. "You okay?"

"Humm yeah." I whispered. My voice hoarse from all the screaming. I wasn't used to it. My true nature is quietness. I never speak much, not at all actually only when needed.

"No your not, tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours?" She chuckled while tapping the side of my head. "Auntie Dallas my head is not all pretty." I chuckled as well. Yeah I just called her 'auntie' but that's because she treats me like I'm her niece ever since I had found out. You know.

"What?!" She laughed. "I'm joking, we're not all innocent you know." I laughed and looked down. "Yeah I know."

"Maddie told me what you do." I frowned.

"I have stopped,I promise, completely you've seen me eat and my arms are covered in old scars." That wasn't a complete lie, I've stopped mostly cutting and purging. I've only done it once this week. Without any help of course. I do know Demi went through this but not even once she helped through my so called 'Recovery'. But there's a problem I can't stop. The voices, they speak and plead so loud.

"Baby I'm not saying you are still doing it but I need you to be strong. A beautiful warrior. Okay?"

I nodded and thought. I've stopped being strong or a warrior nevermind beautiful. I'm worthless.