Catch Me

Ch. 13

Coraly's pov

Time seems to drift by even slower when you're waiting and anticipating for something to happen. The gods above have finally decided to put some light in my life and I've been excited since.

Today Madison, Dianna, Eddie, and Dallas are heading to the airport to head to Demi's Dallas show which is tomorrow night. Me? Debby is picking me up today to take me to all 3 of the twenty one pilots concerts in California this week. Did I actually cry when I found this news out? Yes.

Who knew Demi's friends are actually cool? Well, one is at least. I could care less about her others. Actually I don't even know the others to be completely honest.

"Debby if she is any trouble just let me know, she can be a hand full sometimes." Dianna says.

A hand full? You have seriously got to be joking! I don't even cause trouble! I stay in my own lane here and do nothing to cause anyone problems! I literally don't talk to act out here so how can I be trouble?!

Debby looks at me and gives a soft smile, "I don't think I'll have any trouble with her, she's a sweet girl." Debby says.

At least SOMEONE believes so.

"Alright, well I guess we'll see you when you get back. Your sister is going to be so disappointed to not see you." Eddie says trying to guilt trip me.

"K." I say.

Guilt tripping me isn't going to work. I saw Demi at her last concert and she wanted nothing to do with me. None of them did. How can it take someone 6 hours to realize their daughter, or "sister", isn't in the room? Demi did not care about me until I hung myself from a tree and she became self aware of how big of a bitch she's been with my past. The only thing she'll feel is annoyed because I'm at another concert, supporting someone who isn't her, and enjoying the concert.

I don't care how hard Demi's trying right now, I'm not letting her in. She didn't want to be an older sister for me until now and I don't need an older sister now. I have made it this far without one, I can continue to make it without one.

"Do you have everything you need?" Debby asks.

"Yeah, I'm pretty low maintenance. Everything I need is in the duffle bag." I admit.

"Should we get going?" She asks and I nod.

I pick up my bag and follow her out the front door and to her car. Once inside the car I just put my bag at my feet and pull my phone from my pocket, "I didn't realize your sisters concert was this week. I don't want you to feel like you have to miss it." Debby says.

"I did when I said yes, don't worry about it. Dianna and Eddie are always like this, they pressure me to make decisions I don't want to by guilt tripping me. I see Demi at every tour and I already was dragged to one of her shows this year. I haven't ever gone to a concert I actually want to go to and I finally am. I'm not going to be guilt tripped into missing it and watching Demi's, when I don't want to. I want to go, so don't feel bad." I say.

She nods as she starts her car and puts her seatbelt on, "Alright then." She says.

It's not until she makes it to the end of the street when she begins to talk, "You don't seem too close with Demi." She says.

"I'm not close with anyone. I prefer to be independent and figure things on my own. I like to be a lone and isolated. Demi and I have had many differences which did lead to a much more strained relationship with her than anyone else." I say.

"Why do you prefer to be isolated?" She asks.

"It feels more comfortable for me. Attention is something I find hard to cope with. My first years on earth were anything but glorious and due to them I ended up with many diagnosis. One being reactive attachment disorder. Reactive attachment disorder means that due to my lack of attention early on, I don't want it. Attention makes me panic and feel uncomfortable. I don't like being held, I don't like being hugged, I don't like being given positive compliments, I don't like getting close to anyone. I want to be alone, by myself, and isolated. Being alone and independent gives me comfort. My brain works different than a child who had parents love them and show them affection. I didn't have that when I was a baby. I just had foster parents fostering me for a paycheck. The first ones I ever had literally left me in a car and at 6 months old I had a heat stroke. Reactive attachment disorder is common for foster kids. We don't have someone who cares most of the time. You don't have genuine foster parents usually. I didn't. Dianna and Eddie tried for the first two years with me and just gave up after that. They wanted me to be this perfect child who called them mom and dad and who gave them love and I didn't. I can't. They don't comprehend that either. No one does. Everyone thinks I'm just this teenager with no heart and a bitchy attitude rather than a teenager who's had a rough past that effects the present." I say.

"You're adopted?" She asks with surprise.

"Yeah, they adopted me when I was 6." I say.

"We can change topics if you want." She says.

I shrug, "My adoption is something most people know. Demi was just making it big on Disney when I was adopted. So my adoption sparked a lot of attention from paparazzi and the stories are still online. The only people I don't like to talk about it with are Dianna, Eddie, Demi, Dallas, or Madison. It's awkward." I say.

"Birthdays are hard?" She asks.

"I don't celebrate them actually. In foster care no one cares when your birthday is. As for Dianna and Eddie, they stopped after the first one when I pushed the cake off the table and refused to accept anything they got me. I still don't know what it actually was that they got me. I remember crying the rest of the night that they dared to do that. The following year they tried to do the whole adoption day thing and I stormed to my room and locked my door and refused to come out for the rest of the day." I say.

"So you've never had a birthday?" She asks.

"No. I don't celebrate them. I just treat them as any other day. It's uncomfortable to celebrate your day of birth when the people who birthed you, don't exist in your life." I say.

"This is extremely off topic, but your lisp is absolutely adorable." She says.

"Thank you I guess. It comes and goes. Had one when I was younger, did speech therapy and corrected it, and then an incident happened and it's come back and all the money that went to speech therapy before is totally wasted." I say.

"What happened that brought it back?" She asks.

"Guessing Demi didn't exactly tell you why I was living with her did she?" I ask.

"Nope, just that you were with her for a few weeks." She says.

"I attempted suicide by hanging from a tree and over dosing on Tylenol. I was in a coma for a while. When I woke up I couldn't move my body, couldn't speak, couldn't move anything beside my eyes. It took a lot of unwanted physical therapy and speech therapy to get to walking and speaking again. But my brain kinda forgot how to not have a lisp and when I began talking it was just there. It doesn't bother me though, it's kinda just whatever. I mean I've had one longer than I haven't had one. But that's the real reason I was living with Demi. Dianna and Eddie didn't want to deal with me after the hospital and suggested that Demi takes care of me since she knows more or whatever. Once I got better then I just went back home and that was pretty much it." I say.

"Oh my god." She says horrified.

I look down at my hands awkwardly. Way to make things awkward.

"Yeah." I mutter.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I asked. That isn't easy to talk about." Debby apologizes.

"It's fine. It doesn't like effect me or anything. It happened, it's over, it's in the past. The only thing that triggers me or effects me is just thinking of my foster parents or things to that sort. That's all." I say.

Dear god I need to shut up. I'm making things so much more awkward than they need to be.