Dear Demi (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 15

I woke up the next morning in the same place I was last night, on the bathroom floor. I was sore from sleeping on the tile and I hadn't noticed how much damage I did until now. There were too many cuts to count covering the skin from my wrist to my elbow. I've never cut that much before.

I tried not to let myself panic and kept myself busy by washing the dried blood off and then figured out what to wear. The only thing I could do was wear a light sweatshirt, even though it was hot out. There was no possible way to cover it up with bracelets, I just didn't have enough.

When I got to school, everything was different.

"Hey look, it's the slut." Was the first thing I heard. People all around were whispering and giving me glares as I walked through the halls. I wanted to start crying again, but I don't think I had any tears left in me. Instead of going to my locker, I went straight to Science. I didn't want to risk getting beat up or anything. How did I go from being completely ignored to this? Either way, they both make you feel like shit.

"Wow. I'm surprised to see you here, didn't think you could handle it." Shylie laughed obnoxiously, as she took a seat next to me. I was surrounded by Carly, Aubrey, and Shylie. I kept my head down and ignored her.

"What is that?" She stared at my arm and I noticed two red cuts visible. I quickly pulled the sleeves of my sweatshirt down. God damnit, why now? Why do I have to be so stupid?

"Let me see your arm." She pressed.

"What?"

"Let me see. You don't have anything to hide do you?" She tried to grab my wrist which was resting on my desk.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Shylie." I snapped, the whole class practically watching. She ignored me and grabbed my wrist when I wasn't looking. I yelped in pain and the biggest smirk I've ever seen emerged onto her face. I winced as she pulled down my sleeve, revealing half of the cuts.

"Your a pathetic piece of shit, you know that?" She snarled. The class whispered and laughed. Since the bell still hasn't rung and the teacher wasn't in the room, I picked up my backpack and raced out of the classroom. I exited the school, doing my best not to get caught and sat on one of the benches. I can't do this. Atleast not today.

Not knowing what else to do at this point, I tried calling the one person that would make me feel better. I dialed Shane's number twice with no answer. I know he's in school, but I can't go home. I don't want to be alone. I tried one more time, praying that he would pick up.

"Hello? Kara, are you okay?" His words sounded quiet and rushed at the same time.

"I-I don't know." I cried into the phone, not wanting to hold it in any longer.

"Are you at school? Do you want me to come pick you up? I can get out, it's no problem." He assured.

"Yeah, I'm at school. I can't stay here."

"I'll be there as soon as I can." He ended the call. I sat alone at the bench waiting for him to get here. I tried telling myself to take deep breaths and to calm down to get myself to stop crying but nothing was working. I rolled up my sleeve and examined the cuts on my arm.

Your worthless.

Your a pathetic piece of shit.

Your a disgusting fat pig.

I tried to block out the voices, but I didn't have the energy. I let them control me. I let them consume me.

Relief washed through me as Shane's truck pulled over in front of me. I opened the door and got in, not saying a word.

"Oh my god, babe. What happened?" He frowned as he pulled me in for a hug. I breathed in the light scent of his cologne, the smell reminded me of my dad. It was somewhat relaxing.

I pulled away from his strong arms and wiped my face.

"Do you wanna go over my house for a bit?" He quietly asked as we pulled out onto the road. I watched in the rear view mirror as the school got smaller and smaller behind us.

"Nobody will be there." He awkwardly added. I'm glad he understood (or at-least tried to) how I felt about things.

"Okay." I answered. We didn't speak at all until we got to his house. Mostly because I knew that if I said anything, I'd probably breakdown once again. Instead, we listened to the radio. We both share a deep passion for music, which is something I'm grateful of.

I thought about how we won the radio contest. I say 'we' because I couldn't have won that day without Shane. I was sitting in his truck, listening to his radio, and using his phone. When you think about it, I owe many things to Shane. He's saved me from digging myself in a deeper hole than I'm already in. Somehow, situations are always related to him. Fights with my parents, disagreements with Miranda, the death of my father, the night at the bar, and not to mention my mother mysteriously cheating on my father with his dad.

And I hate it. I feel myself getting more attached and depending on him a little more everyday. I promised that I would always have my guard up and not let anyone in. But lately, I've been failing. The walls are slowly crumbling. I know it's only a matter of time before karma eats me alive and takes the last person I have in my life away. Just like the rest.

"Kara." Shane put his hand on mine to grasp my attention. I noticed now that we had stopped moving.

"Sorry." Was all I could squeeze out. We both got out of the truck and slowly made our way inside and to the living room. Shane was telling some sort of story about his family, but in all honesty I wasn't paying any attention.

I took a seat on the couch, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I obviously didn't get much sleep last night and it felt comfortable to be somewhere other than my cousin's apartment.

"If you're tired, you can take a nap." I opened my eyes and shook my head.

"No, I'm alright."

"I know you probably don't want to talk about it right now, but I'm here if you change your mind." Shane offered, referring to why I'm upset. Whether I had too many thoughts in my head and desperately wanted to talk about it, or if a few more of my sulf-sufficient walls were crumbling, I decided to tell him everything. I began with what happened when I got off of the phone with him just last night. He listened to what I said carefully, letting me talk for about thirty minutes.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"I don't want you to be sorry, Kara. None of this is your fault. I wish all of these things would stop happening to you. You don't deserve any of this and I wish you knew that. I promise we will get through this together, alright?" I nodded. He half smiled, trying to lighten the mood a little.

At that moment, I was scared. I felt myself fall for him even more. I was putting any feelings I had left in me towards Shane. I figured, What else do I have to lose? I didn't find out the answer.

That is... Until a while later.

A/N: More Kara/Shane. I'm sorry if I'm boring you to death with these two, this chapter was a filler!

Eventful things are happening in the future. I hope you stick around to read what happens. Sometimes I wonder why you even enjoy my crappy writing but nonetheless It means very much to me!

Questions for Chapter 15:

Are you glad Kara is finding it easier to confide in Shane?

What do you think is going to happen in the future?

Thoughts?

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Stay strong. Love you all. Xx