Demi's POV
"What in God's name is this?"
I sat up, startled, and directed my eyes to Nick, and what he had in his hand.
A pill bottle.
Shit.
"A pill bottle," I answered flatly.
"Demi, it's a bottle of antidepressants. And it's more than halfway empty."
Yes, I'm aware of that.
"And?"
"Demi, these are only for emergencies! Why are you taking so many? You know that they make your bipolar act up, and you could overdose!"
"Why the hell are you yelling at me? I hate it when you yell at me! You're supposed to care about me!"
With that I started crying. And not like "in the movies, single tear trickled down my cheek" crying. Like, full out sobbing.
Crap, now I need the antidepressants.
Nick's expression softened and he walked over to my bed and took me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest and screamed as he rubbed circles on my back.
"I'm so sorry baby. I love you. I care about you so, so much. Please tell me why you're feeling the need to take so many of these pills."
I tried to speak, but I was out of breath. I guess I was hyperventilating.
Suddenly I felt my chest tighten. It became even harder to breathe than before. My breathing sped up.
Shit, not again.
Nick noticed my breathing speeding up and whispered in my ear.
"My heartbeat, Demi. That's all that exists right now. Listen. Do you hear it?"
I heard the faint thump of Nick's heart and nodded quickly, unable to speak.
"Good. Focus on it. Try to slow your breathing," he said gently while rubbing comforting circles on my back.
After about a minute, my breathing slowed, and I laid down on my back.
"Nick, I don't know. Maybe stress. Maybe the, um..."
"Demi, what? You can tell me."
I hesitated.
"Nick, it's the demons. They're back. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"Baby, it's okay. But I need you to promise me you'll stop taking so many of these pills. They just make it worse."
I crossed my fingers behind my back.
"I promise."
Mac's POV
School.
January.
Shit.
Demi had told me earlier that it was Christmas Break right now, but she had to enroll me in school in January.
Stupid laws.
I had tried school before, but guess who got expelled?
5 times.
Yeah. Technically, I could go to school, because I've been homeschooled since 4th grade and I'm in high school now, but I don't want to! What teenager does? Especially one with social anxiety. And depression.
Oh, yeah. I forgot to say that I was diagnosed with social anxiety, anxiety, and depression when I was 11. Mrs. Karey took me to the psychiatrist because she knew something was wrong. She uses her own savings to do that. She was so nice to me. The only person besides McKenna who was ever nice to me.
Until Demi.
But now she wants to enroll me in school? Couldn't she just homeschool me? She was homeschooled, right?
Ugh.
Life sucks, right?
Anyway, I heard Demi and Nick yelling at each other when I was in my bedroom tonight, then I heard sobbing, then I heard muffled voices. I wonder what happened with them.
Marissa is staying with us until Saturday, so she comes in and checks on me every hour or so. When she came in this time, I had my face buried in the pillow. Let's see if you can guess what happened:
Marissa walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge. I sat up next to her and laid my head on her shoulder. She put her arm around me and put her hand on my waist.
I flinched.
She didn't notice.
She put her other hand on top of my thigh.
Once again, I flinched.
Only this time, she noticed.
"What's wrong, Mac?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, right. I was friends with Demi when she was 16. Something's wrong."
I sighed and lifted my shirt to show a few of the many new cuts that I had created mere minutes before. Marissa knew about my cutting. She had seen my wrists when I was sleeping in short-sleeves once.
"Oh, God. What happened sweetheart?"
"Nothing."
"If nothing happened, then what's wrong?"
I lowered my tone of voice to a whisper and looked at my hands, which were in my lap, as I said...
"Everything."
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Sorta a cliffhanger lol sorry.
But it's not really a cliffhanger.
So do you guys like all the drama? Do you want some cute moments?
K cool story, I carved my Halloween pumpkin tonight. It's the Phantom of the Opera mask and a rose. IT LOOKS SO FRICKIN COOL ITS CRAZY IM LIKE REALLY EXCITED.
So question: What are you going as for Halloween? I'm going as Peter Pan. Idec if Peter Pan's a guy. I seriously don't give a crap.
Ok so it's like 11:23 and I have school tomorrow so I should probably go to sleep.
Lol.
Like that's gonna happen.
K byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
