Shadow (sequel to Will You Be My Superman)

Scarred Chapter 18.

EDITED
Paige's pov-
I've been home for a week and haven't gotten a decent sleep since I've been home. I've been waking up from nightmares every night. I usually just cry myself to sleep after 2 hours of being awake. Then at 7 a.m. Demi wakes me up so I could go to the gym with her.
You're probably thinking,

"Why can't Paige stay at home with Nick?"

Well, here's your answer. Nick is touring South America for a month. He invited Demi and I to go with him, but Demi refused to let me go because she thinks I'm still scarred from what happened just a week ago. I tell her I'm fine, but I'm really not. I don't ever want to leave Demi again. She's my superman. She's suppose to protect me. How is she suppose to protect me when my jackass birth mom keeps me locked in a basement for 3 months?
"Paige," someone whispers. "Paigeee."

"Hmmm?"

"We're leaving to go get breakfast now." Demi says. I nod my head, and slip on my navy blue Ugg boots, following Demi to her car.

Demi and I go to eat at I-Hop and I get pancakes, of course. And Demi gets pancakes also. After breakfast Demi and drive home her humming along to whatever comes on the radio.

The rest of the day drags by, and it soon becomes night, and I grow more tired every second, and soon drift off to sleep.

"Paige they never loved you." My mom sneers. "They just used you for publicity. Why would Demi want to adopt a self harming freak anyways?" My mom chuckles. Out of the corner of my eye I see my sister and dad staring at me like I'm suppose to help them.

"Stop looking at them Paige." My mom rolls her eyes.

"You should just let us go!" I yell. "You're a bitch. A big bitch. I never loved you like I loved Paisley or dad. Let us go!"

"You wanna talk to me like that fine. " Mom stares into my eyes. She walks up stairs.

"I'm going to escape and attack her. Then you guys run." I tell my dad and little sister. Paisley nods her little head.

I hear mom come back down stairs and I run up the stairs leaping on her. Mom grabs a knife from her pocket and drags it across my arm. I yelp in pain, but don't get off her. I can see Paisley and dad trying to undo the ropes.

"Me cutting your arm shouldn't hurt. You've done it many times before!" She chuckles pushing me off her, and I land on the stairs banging my wounded arm on the railing.

Mom runs down the stairs and stabs dad and Paisley multiple times, not enough to kill them.

Then within seconds mom chokes Paisley and dad with some poison thing and a rag. "I'm not killing you yet. You're good bait. But if you do something wrong, you'll die even worse." my mom states staring at me.

"Oh and by the way. This is all your fault!"

I bolt up out of my bed crying. I can't handle these dreams anymore. They hurt too much.
I muffle my sobs and sneak into Demi's bathroom. She has razors in here I know it. I finally find what I'm looking for and break it into pieces. Picking up a broken piece I look at it. I can see my teary eye reflection in it. Then I look down at my wrist. Almost 4 months clean about to be thrown into the trash.

I place the broke razor blade on my wrist. There's a voice trying to get me to not hurt myself and another urging me to just do it.

"Paige?" A groggily voice asks, sounding like they just woke up. I turn around to face Demi who's rubbing her eyes trying to get use to the brightness. "What are you- oh my gosh" she gasps, lunging at me taking the blade out of my hand.

I'm broken. I can't be fixed. Demi sending me to rehab over who knows how long ago didn't help at all. I'm a mess. A disgrace.

I realize I'm crying into Demi's shoulder now, and I've somehow been transported to her bed.

"Paigey it's okay, calm down." Mom reassures me.

I look up at her through my tears and I notice her smiling but tears slowly making their way down her cheek.

"Why are you crying?" I sniffle.

"Because I couldn't help my babygirl when she needed it and I didn't even notice you needed it now," She whispers.

I nod at her and look down at my wrists. No gross scabs. Just white scars. Why am I such a mess? I mean I'm 16 I should be more mature. I look back up to Demi's face.

"Can I call you mom again?" I mutter.

"Of course babygirl. But don't think we won't talk about this in the morning," She states.

Mom begins to hum "Warrior," and as fast as mom found me in her bathroom, we both fall asleep, and this time I don't wake up to the most realest nightmare.
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