Aurie's POV
The summer heat was burning me up. I was constantly sweating. Having no other choice, I kept quiet and bore the summer heat.
"How about we go out to dinner today?" Dad suggested as we sat around in the living room on the couch downstairs.
"But Dallas won't be able to come" I whined.
Though that was honestly one of my reasons of not wanting to go, my main reason was not wanting to eat.
"Aurie, it's okay! You guys go. Have fun! It'll take weeks before I get well. Enjoy your summer vacations baby girl" Dallas said, smiling
"But-"
"No. You're going. All of you" Dallas stated sternly.
"Fine" I huffed.
Dallas chuckled and kissed me on my forehead slightly. We all decided to head out in about two hours.
I was constantly checking my phone today, waiting for Ivy's reply to my messages or a call from her but ever since that horrid morning, I hadn't heard from her.
Once more I switched on my phone, though this time I did have a message.
It was a DM on Twitter.
Confused, I unlocked my phone and clicked on the message.
Kaylee.
Hesitantly, I opened the message and instantly my face went pale.
@KayWalsh28-Hey fatass. Kill yourself yet? :)
A string of messages soon followed from Maya and Savannah.
@Maya18-Just a pleasant reminder honey-you suck! So please please, die already. :)
@SavyReid26-We haven't forgotten about you if that's what you thought whore! We aren't gonna leave you until you kill yourself. You're a disgrace to your family.
Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the messages.
Freak
Disgrace
Whore
Fatass
The words constantly repeated in my head like a tape that plays the same part of a song when it's stuck; on and on and on. It drives people crazy, and that's exactly what was happening to me. Except, this wasn't music, just hurtful words.
"I'll be back" I mumbled and ran upstairs.
I shut the door, locked it behind me and sunk down on to the ground. I erupted into sobs and weeped continuously as the words repeated in my head once again.
I suck. I should just do what they say-kill myself.
I would be happy.
Everyone would.
The suicidal thoughts creeped back in once again.
No one cares about you.
No one loves you.
Just do it.
A few cuts and your pain will end.
You'll be gone.
Forever.
You'll be happy.
My demons-the only ones that told me the truth.
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Alpas (A Demi Lovato Fan fiction)
RastgeleAlpas- v. to break loose "Words will scratch more hearts than swords." * * * Hi, I'm Aurelia De La Garza, and I'm 15 years old. Yep, you read write I'm a 'De La Garza', which makes me the younger sister of Demi Lovato. Go ahead, fangirl, squeal, cr...
