The Lost Melody (Sequel to The Lost Daughter) (Demi Lovato)

Chapter 1: Lightweight

Jasmine's POV

I lay in bed late that night, excited for our finally happy family. My birthday is tomorrow and it will be the first birthday I will celebrate with my dad. No, not my birth father, my dad, and I am so excited! I know that if I don't go to sleep soon, I will be very tired tomorrow, but, for some reason, I just can't. More than anything I want to get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, and cut. I know I shouldn't, but I feel almost like I need to.

Go, you deserve it. Without you, your mom would have reunited with Wilmer much sooner and would have had a happier life.

I obediently get out of my bed, walk to the bathroom connected to my bedroom, and open the cupboard beneath the sink. Inside a roll of toilet paper is where I keep the blades that I broke off the razor from when I was lost.

I don't want to ask mom for a new razor in case she suspects something. But, I guess I may want to start "shaving" soon. The blades are getting dull and I seriously need replacements, though.

Taking the sharpest of the blades, I sit on the floor, leaning against the bathtub. I slide the sleeve of my over-sized sweatshirt and look at the cuts. I'm not super far up my arm; I only started a few days ago, but I'm scared about what may come if this continues. I NEED TO STOP!

Cut! Cut! Cut! The voices yell. I almost scream to fight against them, but can't; I'm too weak. Do it; we're the only ones who will be there for you. Your mom is too obsessed with Wilmer.

I glide the blade across my arm, watching as the blood rises to the surface. As if I'm on autopilot, I keep cutting, slashing, my wrist, not even caring how deep I go. But, inside I do. I don't want to cut, I just want my life to go back to the way it was before, with Wilmer of course, but still! I force my stupid brain to turn back on and I actually see how much blood is gushing out of my arm. I try to stay quiet as I rinse the blood off and hold a piece of toilet paper onto my arm; I need to stop.

I flinch as I throw the blades into the toilet and flush; I'll thank myself later. I place bandaids on my arm, then go to bed, still struggling to fall asleep.

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Hey guys! Here is the first chapter of the sequel which I hope you enjoy. If you have trouble with scenes with cutting, this story may not be for you. I hope you like it though!

-IAmALovatic4Life