Open Wound//A Demi Lovato Fanfic

A Day in the Life

"ARIA GET YOUR WORTHLESS FAT ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR FUCKING ELSE!" My foster mom screamed. Time for another beating.
Almost every night my foster mom comes home drunk and calls me downstairs just to hit me. I'm not really sure what I did to deserve it but with how much I screw up in this world, she's got to have a valid reason.

I turned my radio off that was playing my idol Demi Lovato and started downstairs.

I slowly walked down, frightened for what was about to come. "DID I FUCKING SAY TO WALK DOWN HERE LIKE A FUCKING SNAIL? NO! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" She screamed. I raced down as fast as my tired feet could carry me and stood in front of my foster mom.

"Now be a good girl and lets have some fun." She said smiling. She quickly grabbed my arm and threw me into a wall with a loud thud.  My head ached and my vision blurred almost immediately.

"CLOTHES. OFF. NOW. DAD WILL BE HOME ANY MINUTE AND IM RECORDING THIS ONE SO YOU BETTER MAKE IT GOOD!" She screamed at me.

I couldnt stop the tears from falling and I couldnt even stand. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY ARIA!? GET THE FUCK UP! TAKE THOSE DAMN CLOTHES OFF AND GO INTO THE LIVING ROOM! NOW!" and with that she yanked me by the arm and shoved me into the living room.

I took off my shirt and pants and waited on the couch. Tears fell from my cheeks without a chance of stopping as my "father" walked in with a smile.

"Oh look at my beautiful girl". I never looked this man in the eye and I never will. I stayed completly still. "Aw come on dont cry, this will be fun."

The tears continued to fall, faster. He got undressed and with that, I will spare you the details. Once he was done I layed there. My eyes were puffy, my cheeks were red. I was humiliated and upset and I felt dead, I wanted to be dead. I hate this.

I slowly pulled myself up and put my clothes back on. I silently went upstairs into my room, wait scratch that, my closet with a hanging light, and put my Demi CD on and cried myself to sleep.

Let me tell you why Demi Lovato is so important to me. She makes me feel so special. She makes me feel like maybe I actually have a place in this world. She makes me feel ok, like maybe I can actually make it till im 18 and ill be able to move away from this hell and have a family and actually be happy for once. Shes my saviour, my everything.

I hang my head over my bed so im upside down looking under my bed. There it was, that wonderful object that gives me relief and pleasure, my blade.

Ive had this blade since i was 8 and ive used it since. I know 8 sounds pretty young but it helped me feel better, and at 8 i thought it was perfectly normal.

I take the blade slowly and carefull and draw a straight line through my wrist and watch the blood flow out as I lay my hesd against the wall and watch as the blood falls from my arm and dribbles everywhere. The high I get from this is to great to only make one cut and five minutes like I had almost 20 on my wrist. It looked like this was a murder scene.

I Clean the cuts with a tissue and put a bandaid over them to stop the bleeding. I roll up the towel i use and shove it under my bed and kiss the blade as I put it back under my bed. I layed my head down to go to sleep pulling my sleeve down over the cuts slowly, carefully, drifting off to sleep.