Diamonds. (Demi Lovato)

5. Hurry

CHAPTER 5- Hurry

Demi's POV

I laid on the bathroom floor sobbing and clutching the metal blade as my demons pushed me further and further towards the edge. In a desperate attempt, I called him. The one who broke it off after realizing I had to work on myself alot more than I'd let on.

"Hello?" His deep voice came through the phone but I stayed silent. "Demi?"

A sob ripped through my chest and I quickly clapped a hand over my mouth.

His voice was much more urgent now, "Demi?! What's happening? What's wrong?"

I sniffled, "Wilmer?" My voice was small and childlike.

"Where are you? I'll be there was soon as I can."

I looked down at the blade in my hands, "I'm home. Just... hurry."

He hung up the phone but I knew he was racing here. I'd made this call many times before, so it was almost routine. He was the only person who knew how to calm me, who's touch was the only thing I needed to slow my breathing. The day he left me was the day I knew I couldn't live without him. I'd tried to get clean, over and over again I tried relapsing again and again until one day it stuck. That was the first day Hannah came over with the alcohol. I traded addictions, for one with a less noticeable destruction. I knew there was no way in hell I could stay away from him, that one day the voices would come back and I would cry out to him. I knew he'd come, but there was no way I could expect him to stay. I didn't want him to stay. I wanted him to be able to go out to dinner with his girlfriend and not have to worry about her throwing it up an hour later. I wanted him to be able to walked through the park and hold her hand without worrying about paparazzi finding them. I wanted him to date a normal girl who didn't have voices screaming at he to slice her skin open with a razor blade. He needed normal, and that was something I could never offer.

Soon, the door downstairs banged open and Wilmer's voice floated up the stairs, urgent and scared.

"Demi?!" I squeezed my eyes shut and heard him thumping up the stairs. "Demi?" The door opened, but I kept silent.

"Hermosa." My eyes snapped open at the nickname, hundreds and hundreds of memories that I'd shoved down for so many months came springing to the surface at that one word. Hermosa. Beautiful, he'd call me that everyday, whether it be a hello or breathing it when we made love he'd always called me that. Back then it'd made my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but now all it brought was pain.

"No! You don't get to call that! You don't get to do that after leaving me!" I screamed, hitting his chest as he pulled me into his arms.

"Shh Demi, calm down." My hands fisted his t-shirt as I let myself fall apart in the arms of the man I'd never stopped loving.

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