Diamonds. (Demi Lovato)

1. Believe the Lie

CHAPTER 1- Believe the Lie

Demi's POV

They scream my name, because somehow I have helped them overcome things in their lives that I have not yet even begun to attempt to control in my own. They say they believe in me, but they believe a lie. You take away music, It's true I wouldn't have a reason to live... but my second choice would be the drugs that I've become a slave to. They don't suspect a thing, no one does. If my fans found out that I was back to my old ways my career would be over. If my management found out that I was using again I would lose everything. If my family ever found out about my nightly activities, they would never talky o me again. I would lose their trust. If Wilmer every found out, he would need forgive me for lying to him. He would never come back to me. I've gone too far this time. I'm supposed to be getting my life together, not screwing it up even more. He told me we couldn't be together anymore because I wasn't being honest with him or myself, and now here I am lying to everyone about absolutely everything. I've gotten so good at living the lie that it just becomes second nature to me. When Wilmer calls and asks how I'm doing I tell him that I'm great, and working on things. I don't tell him that I have a bag of cocaine and that I'm cutting lines with a new razor as we speak, the others in the pack being used to numb the pain when the alcohol and the drugs don't fully do the job. I can't let anyone find out what I've been doing. My life would be over, my family would be crushed; Wilmer would never speak to me again; My management would drop me; And my fans would desert me. The strong, role model image of Demi Lovato that has been a propaganda to young teenage girls everywhere would be shattered.

I sighed as I shut my journal, locked it with the key necklace that hung around my neck at all times, then took a swing from the sprite bottle full of vodka. I smiled suddenly, the alcohol finally beginning to take effect and make me feel slightly giddy. It did a good job at numbing, and most of the time it was a good alternative to cutting. Yes, I try to be a happy person, but I think of alot of things that make me sad. My phone began to buzz and I looked at it before quickly pulling myself together and answering.

"Hey Riss."

There was a pause.

"Demi? Are you okay?"

My anxiety began to rise, but I laughed it off.

"I'm fine Marissa, what's up?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out soon, I haven't seen you in a while."

About to say yes, I remembered my plans with my other friend, Hannah Beth.

"Riss, I'm sorry but I have plans with Hannah. Tomorrow?"

She sighed, "Yes that's fine, I'll see you tomorrow."

I threw my phone at the couch after hanging up, and groaned. Marissa and Hannah absolutely despised each other. They met through me and immediately were head to head all the time. It felt like they were always competing for my friendship. Like they were trying to out-do one another. Marissa thought Hannah was bringing me down in my recovery, and wasn't a good friend for me to have while I was in such a 'fragile' state, and Hannah believed that Marissa was holding me back in general. She claimed I could go so much better when it came to friends, and that if Ihad to right connections, connections she could make for me, I would be at the top of the industry in no time, and never again labeled as the 'crazy' chick from Disney.

Just then, my phone buzzed and the doorbell rang simultaneously.

From; My main chick

I'm here bitch!! Let me in before the cops see me with this shit!

With a laugh I bounded over to the door and pulled it open.

"Hey babe!" I squealed, Kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey bitch! We are having so much fun tonight!"

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