Shattered Promises

four.

        My thumb drug across the width of my screen as my eyes landed on every photo, memories flooding into my mind of when that photo was taken, before I'd slide to the next one. Photography was something that perked my interests and that I enjoyed doing. So, most photos in my photo gallery where photos of landscapes, oceans, sunsets, you name it. Most of them were taken when I was travelling to Dallas for a family visit, or that time when we all went on tour with Demi. Those were the worst few weeks of my life. As for Demi, I have absolutely no photos of her and I in my gallery. Why? Because she's never taken a damn photo with me, she's too busy. She always was. The only photos that exist of both of us are the ones that Dallas, Dad, Maddie or Mom took of us together. Or there were family photos and I always ended up being beside her. Not that I want a photo of us together. I use to want them all the time because I used to be the type that took photos of myself everyday. There was never a moment where I wasn't taking a photo of myself, or myself with somebody. But, that kind of passed when I started liking photography. One of my dreams is to be a photographer, or someone who takes photos of models or something along those lines. I just really like taking photos of things and people. People say I always seem to take photos just at the right timing. The number one thing I want for my birthday or Christmas is an actual camera. A camera that I can use to take really good photos instead of using my cheap ass iPhone.

        When Demi and I were younger, I used to always want to take pictures with her. Being my nine year old self, I used to think I was going to grow up being one of the prettiest girls in the world. I had more confidence than six self centered girls combined. Yes, I was nine so I didn't exactly have the best thing to take photos on. My mom would let me use her phone to play games on it or something, but I'd always end up taking pictures. Which by the way, would end up being deleted at the end of the day by my mom because I'd take too many. Demi being her sixteen self who was always too busy partying, drinking, going somewhere with her friends and/or doing drugs somewhere other than her own house, she'd never actually take a picture with me when I wanted to. She was sixteen and didn't want to be taking pictures with her nine year old little sister. She'd rather be out partying with her friends, right? Everytime I asked her for a picture together, she'd simiply say no and tell me to go away. I thought that taking pictures every single day makes memories and then you can go back a few years later, and look at them. But, according to Demi, that didn't matter to her. That's the reason I wanted them, so I can see the years of her and I growing up. 

        There's times where Demi will ask me for a photo together so she can post it on Twitter or some shit like that. But, now it's my turn to say no to her. I've never taken one with her since she started asking me, because I don't want one anymore. Back then I did, but now I came to realization that I'm not as important as Maddie or Dallas is. I've seen her take one with them before, and it six years ago. She just didn't want one with me.

        So, really the only pictures I have on my phone are Maddie and I, (because she's the only one that takes one with me), Dallas and I, my friends and I, and random photos of nature. That's all I have. And that's all I want.

        "I saw what happened at the park yesterday," I jumped before sitting up from my bed and looking at Maddie standing at my bedroom door. I never excepted her to be home today. "That was ridiculous." 

        I shrugged my shoulders at her before walking over to my dresser to find something to wear for the day. 

        "What the fan said was uncalled for, it was rude." Maddie spoke from behind me, making me shrug my shoulders again. 

        "Tell that to Demi, because she thinks otherwise." I finally spoke, grabbing a pair of shorts out of my dresser and tossing them on my bed behind me.