Broken. (Demi Lovato Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1.

(Rikki's P.O.V.) 

"I'm sick of all your guy's shit!" I was only standing up for myself. But that was obviously the wrong thing to do. I stood up and walked toward the dining table, scrolling through my twitter news feed on my phone. 

"Were sick of you!" "Go to your room." My family called behind me. I fought back the tears and took a deep breathe. I can do this. I can sit down at the dining table and put on my brave face. The tears began forming in my eyes, I turned around and ran to my room. I shut my door and climbed onto my huge bed, curled up in my blankets and stared at the wall. Hoping to fall asleep and get these school holidays over with. 

This was a daily routine for me. Get out of bed, shower, sit in the lounge and be lectured at by my family. I never replied to their rude comments, acting as if I wasn't listening or it didn't bother me with what they were saying. It did, it really did. The nights I have cried myself to sleep was uncountable, the scars that were fading up my arms and hips there were too many to find and the number of notes promising it was my last day in this miserable world, folded neatly and stacked under my bed.

I was the middle child of five. I felt as though I was forgotten about, like only the older two and younger two mattered. Like I was my mothers child, not her lawyer, or doctor like the others would turn out to be. I was just an excuse for her to get money from my father. My mother really did not like me. I mean, yeah she loves me but she doesn't really get a choice to, does she? I had to live with her, her boyfriend and her other four children.

(Earlier today)

I woke up feeling like absolute shit. My head was pounding and I felt as though I was going around in circles. I reached out to by bed side cabinet and grabbed my bottle of water. Drinking that didn't make me feel any better, it made my mouth dry and the after-taste was horrible. I climbed out of bed and went to head out my bedroom door, before realizing I was only wearing a t-shirt. Bad idea. My family would be the one to make fun of the new cuts up my wrists. I grabbed my hoodie and walked into the kitchen. 

It was 10am, but the ground outside was still covered in frost. The house was quiet and freezing. The cold wooden floor was making my feet numb. I walked to the fridge and grabbed out an iced coffee. I may as well start the day with a little bit of energy. In the lounge was my little 5 year old brother; Harry. On the laptop, as per usual. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the other couch.

"Morning Rikki!" Harry said, turning around and looking at me. He stares so much, its irritating. If looks could burn, everyone would be walking around with burn marks in their skin. He had a problem with staring, I swear. He watches people eat, sleep, walk, watch TV etc etc etc. Creepy kid. "Are you going to answer me?" He was such a smart mouth child.

"Hi." I said, switching the TV on to drown out his annoying childish voice. Once the TV was turned on, Harry turned the laptop up. Little shit. I turned up the TV even more, as he turned up the laptop. "Oh my fucking god!" Frustrated I stood up and went back to bed. Absolutely everything any of my siblings did would annoy me so much.

I opened twitter on my phone and began scrolling through my news feed, as I do every morning and a majority of the day. Demi Lovato had posted a few tweets, so I favourited and retweeted them. Being the typical fangirl I was. Demi was the only person keeping me going at the moment. As well as a few of my close friends, but they got on my nerves too. 'Staying Strong' book was what I lived by. Reading a page a day, and trying to focus on that goal.

Facebook was the next thing I scrolled through. I had no notifications or messages. Which made me quiet upset. I guess, it was school holidays so know one would really be on Facebook, but then again. If my school friends were true school friends they would message me at least once in the holidays right? Its day four of the holidays, and I hadn't received a message yet. Great 'friends' I have.