Not My Sister (Demi Lovato Fan Fiction)

Chapter 35

Daniella's pov

Today, the funeral. I hate this feeling. Feeling numb that is. I laid the rose on the closed coffin as they lowered Dallas' still body down underground. I didn't cry. All my tears ran out on the night she died. It's all my fault. Even though I later found out a drunk driver hit her. Still my fault though. If I hadn't called Dallas being the greedy person I was, she wouldn't have died.

Demi was still bawling her eyes out. Ever since she found out. What I thought Demi would have done she didn't do. Does that make sense? Well not everything makes sense anymore now that my world has turned even more colder. Just marvellous right? I shifted my eyes to each person in my family. Until I finally landed on Maddie's face. She was staring straight at me. I didn't look away. Not until she screamed.Screamed at me that is. "Must you be so stupid!" She glared at me. Grandma, shocked, warned Maddie to stop. But she didn't she pushed further. "Dallas shouldn't of died! You should've!" I stepped back a little. "M-Me?" I stuttered in fake disbelief. "Oh don't act so dum Daniella. Oh wait you don't need to act like it you already are!" She yelled. I could sense each and every persons eyes on me.

"Dani?" I snapped my head in the direction of Demi's voice. "Y-Yeah." I croaked. "Come on let's go home." Home? I pulled a confused look. "My house?" Demi pointed out. I nodded finally understanding. I looked at the ground, not moving an inch. I shook my head. I'm not leaving Dallas.

"Dally!" Maddie cried. "She doesn't want you here Dani! She never has loved you! Why are you here?! Why?! No one likes you! Your own mother hates you! She left you,remember that?! Demi hates you!" Silent tears escaped from the corner of my eyes. It hurts to know that all of that is true. Those words pulled on my heart strings.

I felt a hand place it's self on my shoulder. I shook it of and I began to step away. Picking my pace, I ran. Out of the graveyard, out of the gates. Well so much for not leaving Dallas' funeral.I kept running,whimpering every time the lump in my throat hurt. The sobs escaped my mouth and before I knew it I fell straight in the middle of the road. My sobs got louder and louder as I remembered each memory I had with her.

Flashback...

"Why were you born Daniella?" Demi grimaced at the sight of my face. She reached for my face taking it in between her thumb and finger like I was some piece of dirt. "I-I don't know D-Demi." Her eyes darkened. "You don't even look like my mom.You sure are ugly." As a three year old you normally believe in fairies and magical stuff like princess'. And I was not that three year old. The way Demi taught me things- Ha No! The only lesson I learned from Demi, is how to hurt myself. Even that I can't do right.

Demi's face scrunched up in disgust. Disgusted of me that is. "I can't believe my mom gave birth to someone like you. Your a waste of space you know that." I cringed but nodded all the same. "I-I k-know." She smirked darkly. "Then why are you here?"

She knew the truth. She knew that I was her daughter but me,myself and I obliviously didn't know that. It should have been more clear to me when people would look at us and ask if Demi was my mother. But of course she would deny and scoff at the person. "No!" She'd imply. "Why would I give birth to that, I'm her sister stupid." The person would just simply roll their eyes at her attitude and walk away. Mumbling a bunch of words under their breath.

Anyhow, Dallas came running in the room when she heard the piercing screams that howled from my tiny lips. Oh did I mention? Demi was beating me senseless again. Not that she cared though. She was high, I caught sniffing white powder up her nose, and laughing. Of course I was confused at why she was laughing but yah know, now I know. "Demi!" Dallas screamed. "She's only three for goodness sake! Stop beating her up!" And there she was my knight in shinning armour. Figure of speech, I was not or will I ever be a princess. Keep that in mind.

Dallas picked my tiresome body up and cradled me. Shushing my screams down. It was only us three at home since everyone else was out. So only us three knew. I grabbed on to Dallas in fear that Demi would try and hurt me again. "Whatever Dallas! it's not like you gave birth to her." Dallas sighed shaking her head and walking out with me in her arms.

Flashback ends...

I never understood that phrase until now. She'd say it everyday for the first 5 years I was on this planet. But now thinking about it, Demi tried playing victim back then, I think it worked since she was the favourite. Am I right or am I right? I would have never figured that Demi, that was my 'sister', could turn out to be my mother. But yet I was really stupid to go back to her. Now I don't have no choice.

Me and Sofia are going to have to live with Demi until we move out. I sighed, covering my face in my hands. I'm such a bad person. I can't believe I ran from her funeral. I haven't noticed until now how quiet the world seems to be. Of all days, today I don't mind the silence.

Yet again my sobs started. Dallas is gone. My safe haven has left me. I don't think no one could fill that empty space anymore. My thought were quickly moving on my mind. Because of that...

I didn't hear the honk...

Didn't hear the screeches...

But I heard the shout...

"DANIELLA!"

A/N

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