Sober Up

My vision blurred, my hearing muffled, my jaw dropped.

Instant regret.

I could hear faint screams of those rushing around me. I suddenly got pulled backwards into the arms of my stepfather. He was shouting and screaming in my face, trying to get my attention but i was completely oblivious to my surroundings, making out slightly pixelated silohouettes.

What happened? What did i do? Why was everybody screaming and crying?

I felt myself tense up as i glanced down at my small cramped fist. As my eyes slowly adjusted i saw that my knuckles were grazed, swollen and bruised. My hearing became clearer, at which point everybody had calmed down. I couldn't speak, my heart racing as the adrenaline continued to puncture my veins. My breathing weak and shallow as i was handed a glass of water. At this point Eddie had seated me in the beige leather chair behind us. My breathing slowed right down, but i could still feel the blood pumping in my temples. I don't know what happened, i don't want to know, i dare even ask.

Twisting my wrist back and fourth, glaring at my badly beaten knuckles. I let out a sigh, grabbing Eddie's attention. He was slouched in the chair directly opposite, resting his head on his hand, his arm perched upon the armrest. He had this angry, no not angry, disappointed, look in his eyes. Although i think i would have prefered the angry look. He steadied himself on the chair as he stood "we should get that cleaned up". I stayed seated as i watched him walk with a slumber into the tiny, compact aeroplane toilet. He came back with some damp toilet tissue and a hand towel. He sat back down opposite me and gestured for me to hold out my hand. I tensed with every slight touch, watching as he carefully dabbed the damp tissue around the wounded area. Sitting myself upright and leaning over, assuming it would ease the pain. It didn't. We sat there in complete silence. My eyes slowly drooping, my body limp with my head falling to one side.

"Demi, wake up, its time to get off now."

I shifted myself further into the chair, burying my head deep into my chest, covering my face with my stretched out arms.

"Come on Demi, get up now." I sighed, leading into a strong, almost silent yawn, stretching both arms above my head, then lowering them to shield my eyes from the piercingly bright sunlight. "Ok mom i'm coming, but i have to go to the bathroom"

"Hurry up".

I steadied myself, leaning all of my weight onto every chair, table and wall in my way, before reaching the bathroom.

I couldn't live without it, just a little to keep me going, thats all i needed. I unscrewed the bottle cap, chugging down what was left. I threw it into the trash can and flushed the toilet. I ran the tap and began splashing my face with the freezing cold water, before patting myself dry with the same blood stained hand towel Eddie had used to dry my poorly beaten hand. I glared into the mirror, starting to remember parts of what had happened. I wish i hadn't. I feel sick. I feel disgusted. What the hell was i thinking? I let out an almighty sigh, as my eyes began to fill with salt water. I fixed my hair, put on my favourite shades and adjusted my top before making my way to the exit.

The airport was busier than usual, with it being a bank holiday. People rushing to board their flights, children kicking and screaming in frustration, probably because of the scorching hot sun. I noticed the large  group of us travelling, had suddenly decreased since stepping off the plane. I was with my mom and stepdad, but where had everybody else disappeared too? I wasn't too worried about that right now, i was more focused on making it through the airport going un-noticed. Or so i hoped.

We made our way to the escalator, our luggage currently being unloaded into the private car that awaited us. I tripped on the bottom step, suddenly gripping Eddies shoulder with my cramped, wounded hand, letting out a high pitched scream, turning everybody's attention onto us. Keep it together Demi! I steadied myself and continued my walk to the car. A 2 minute walk suddenly seemed neverending once the paparrazi had squeezed their way past security. I shielded my face from the blinding camera flashes with my left arm, pulling my sleeve over my right hand to save myself from the endless amount of questions 'how did you do that demi?' 'what happened to your hand?' 'did you punch someone?' 'were you in a fist fight?' i can see the headlines now; 'Demi Lovato punch up? how did she injure her hand?'.

We finally made our way to the car, a black mercedes, with completely blacked out rear windows. I made myself comfortable, resting my head on the window, closing my heavy eyes. Today has been a long day of travelling and god knows what else. I need some rest.

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Alex P.O.V

Thrown backwards, i lost my balance and  stumbled into Dianna, screaming out in pain. It all happened so fast, i didn't have time to react. I felt the blood begin to drip down my chin and watched out of my right eye, as it settled on the floor. I could not open my left eye, it had swollen on impact and it was excruiating to touch. Everything went silent, even though i could see the screaming expressions, plastered on their faces. I cupped my hands and cradled my extrememly painful nose, catching the blood as it poured out. I felt myself tense up as i ran to the toilet to vomit, Dianna following my footsteps. I sat down on the floor of the cramped toilet, there wasn't much space for dianna to stand behind me, but she watched in fright, from the door as i hurled and cried into the toilet bowl. My nose still bleeding into my hands. I removed my hands from my face and washed them in the small sink beside me. Pulling as much toilet tissue as i could from the dispenser, quickly covering my bloody nose. By now the shouting and screaming had grown quiet and using Dianna as my support, i stumbled my way to the back of the plane. Bowing my head in shame as i watched the colour drain from their faces, their eyes widen with surprise and their

conversations change direction. I was angry, so angry, but i felt embarrassed more than anything else.

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A/N

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