Believe in Me (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Let It (All) Go

TRIGGER WARNING

Lilly's POV

My heart broke when Demi left for the store without asking me if I wanted to go. The only person I could rely on was gone for a while (Yes, I sound desperate, but she was the only person who treated me well). I looked at my messages again and how many times Anna wouldn't text me back, or would give me one word answers. I can't believe I didn't see it coming. Damn, I'm an idiot.

It wasn't helping that everyone knew about my dad being arrested again. I'm glad I'm done with high school, but the people who tortured me on the daily won't leave me alone. "Hey slut, great dad you have there! Looks like you take after his lovely ways!!!!" was my latest hate DM, which was enough to push me over the edge.

I wondered why, why this had to happen to me. I didn't seem to have a purpose. I must be a burden on Demi anyway. Slowly, I grabbed a pen and paper and began to write:

Dearest Demetria,

I'm so sorry for what I have done to you. You've done so much for me and this is how I'm repaying you. Well, I'm really sorry. I don't have a purpose. All I am is a burden, a stupid, ugly, fucked up loser.

After that, I couldn't write anymore. I trudged into the bathroom, just waiting for that relief I would feel soon. Finally, something besides pain. 

I smiled as I pulled my hidden razor from underneath the sink. I felt escape as I dragged it down first my left wrist. I let it bleed until I was about to start my right. But, I felt dizzy as soon as the metal touched my skin. Ahh, here we go. An escape. I'm free! I thought as I slid out of consiousness.

Demi's POV

Lilly is gonna be so suprised that I'm making her dinner tonight! I thought when I stuck my key into the front door. "Babe, I'm home!" I called out, and frowned when I had no response. I checked upstairs to see if she was sleeping in our bed, and immediately got scared when she wasn't there. I saw a light in the bathroom and practically busted down the door to get in.

My Lilly, what have you done. I screamed as I saw the life drain out of her wrists. I called 911 and tried to help stop the bleeding. Her pulse was so weak, but she wasn't breathing.

What did I do to her to make her feel this way?

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