Broken Lovers- A Nemi Story

Chapter 5

DEMI

Thoughts were rushing round my brain. How have I never noticed before? Why didn't he tell me? I felt so bad for nick. All this time he has been trying to save me but really he needs a hero himself.

I started to have flashbacks to every single day I was with him. It was obvious he was suffering! And I didn't notice. This was all my fault. Like the day I first met him, he only ate a salad and excused himself straight after. Or one time it was scorching hot on set and he still wore a jacket. Why was I totally oblivious to this?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sigh that brought my attention to nick. "Demi, please let me...."

"No nick, why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you! We could of helped each other" I was literally screaming. I wasn't angry at nick, I was annoyed at myself. What if one day he had gone to far? And he died, and I didn't even know!

'Look demi, the reason I didn't tell you is because when have you seen a boy be this weak? I wanted to put a front on around you because I wanted to help you! And I couldn't do that with you constantly worrying about me"

There was silence in the room my head was still spinning. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I staggered to the bathroom. I needed to get out, I couldn't let nick see me this weak when he was suffering himself. I splashed some water on my face and freshened myself up a bit to walk out of the bathroom to see nick had gone.

"Shit" I mumbled. I rushed down stairs to see if I could catch him, luckily he hadn't disappeared, he was in the kitchen. It was like he was oblivious to what I had just saw. He was just stood there making pancakes as if everything was normal?

NICK

I wasn't going to let this ruin my chances with demi. I still wanted to help her get better so I rushed downstairs to make breakfast. Out of the corner of my eye I saw demi, looking flustered and panicked. "I'm not going to leave you demi" i said reassuring her.

"What are you doing? We need to talk?"

I hated them words "we need to talk" nothing is ever good about them words. I was putting Demi's recovery Infront of mine, I could watch myself slowly suffer but not her, she didn't deserve this.

"I could say the same to you" she looked shocked "I know demi, don't hide it, you're suffering and the most important thing right now is for you to recover and be happy, so that starts with eating, so I'm making you breakfast."

She slightly smiled, I knew it meant a lot for someone to care. Gently she spoke "well make yourself some then mister!! You're recovery is just as important as mine"

I knew demi knew about my wrists, but how did she know about my eating disorder? I must of had a confused expression as demi held my hand and spoke "nick I'm not stupid, I've looked back and red the signs" Its funny because the best people for knowing something is wrong is those who are also unhappy.

As we sat in silence and ate I watched demi to make sure she was eating. She kept glancing over at me, I guess she was doing the same. My condition wasn't bad, I was still fat, but demi needed help, she was all skin and bones and it wasn't healthy. When we were finished I offered to clean the plates up as demi went to get ready. When I was finished I headed upstairs to a sight I didn't want to see. Demi was huddled over the toilet seat. I dashed over gripping her waist tightly. God she was skinny I could feel her hipbones digging into my fingers. Luckily she was only thinking about purging, she hadn't done any damage yet.

"NO!! IM SORRY NICK BUT I NEED TO" she screamed and tried to get out of my grip. I threw her on the bed and looked into her eyes, she was balling. I grabbed both of her hands and started breathing, slowly. She soon matched my breaths and launched herself around me. We sat, huddled onto each other for a good 5 minutes.

I let go of my grip and stared into her eyes once again. "Demi, I think we both need to talk..."

She nodded and looked down, this was difficult for both of us.