Nightingale (a Demi Lovato fanfic) {ON HOLD}

~5~

~I need a voice to echo~

*Beth's POV*
"Now... baby, I want you to answer me truthfully," Demi started as I nodded, still looking down. "do you have a problem with eating?" She asked carefully as tears threatened to spill.

If you dare tell her, we'll kill her!

"Shut up!" I muttered under my breath, hoping that Demi didn't hear it. Somehow, Demi managed to figure out what I said. "Shut what? Baby?" She lifted my chin as I looked into her beautiful chocolate eyes through my tears. I shook my head as I continued to look down.

Don't tell her about us!

"I won't," I muttered again. "You won't what?" Demi asked. "I- uh- nothing," I replied quickly. "Baby, I'm just trying to help, what's wrong?" Demi wiped my tears away. "The voices!" I covered my ears as the voices continued roaring non stop. "Hey, hey, listen to my voice, not them, focus on ME," she instructed sternly. 10 fucking long minutes later, the voices finally died out. "I-I'm s-sorry," I sniffed as a few more drops of tears rolled down my cheeks. Demi pulled me onto her lap as she caressed my cheeks, causing me to grin.

 She then turned my body so I would face her. "Baby, I'm gonna ask you one more time, do you have a problem with eating?" She asked. I nodded as tears started coming out again. "I'm so sorry," I choked out. "Stop apologizing baby, how long has this been going on for?" She wiped my tears. "3 years," I said, not daring to look up at her.

*Demi's POV*
"3 years," Beth looked down. "W-why didn't you tell me earlier?" I looked down at her, with my tears threatening to spill. "S-sorry," she said, trying to wipe up her tears. "Hey, baby, you need to stop apologizing, why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked again with my shaky voice. "I-I didn't want you to think that I'm a freak..." she trailed off. "Baby, you're not a freak," I looked at her, more tears spilling out. "I am-" Beth was about to say something but I cut her off. I sighed, "Baby, do you know I've battled the same thing as you?" She looked at me with wide eyes. "You mean... you've battled an eating disorder before?" She asked, still shocked. 

"Yeah, it was before you were born, baby, but that's not the point, the point is that I've recovered and that I've come so far, I know you can do it baby, just don't give up. Recovery isn't easy, but it will happen if you try. I got sent to rehab once for my issues and didn't finish filming Sonny With A Chance, and look where I am now. I know it's not going to be easy, but you have to keep trying. Eventually, you'll reach where I am right now, so don't ever EVER give up, ok? Promise?" I smiled as I held out my pinky. She held out hers and we hooked our pinkies together. Once we let go, she was still shocked. "But... how? You're so beautiful," she looked up at me again. "Beth, I'll show you my documentary tomorrow, ok baby girl?" I kissed her forehead as she nodded.

*Beth's POV*
"It's getting late now, we should go to bed. You don't have school tomorrow do you?" Demi asked as she flopped down onto the bed. "Nope, it's a Saturday," I replied while laying beside her. "Why aren't you sleeping in your room?" I asked out of curiosity. "I don't wanna leave you alone, baby," she smiled while giving a kiss on my forehead. I still couldn't get the fact that Demi has battled an eating disorder before... like that bitch used to be annoying but she's sure as hell gorgeous. "I love you," I whispered as I cuddled closer into her.
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As I woke up the next morning, I looked to my left to see Demi has left to make breakfast. With a heavy sigh, I hopped into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Even though Demi gave me an "inspiring" speech yesterday, I still didn't feel inspired by it. Yes, I want to recover, but I still thought that I was fat. I grabbed the blade hidden behind the cupboard and slashed it across my wrist as many times as I could, and stopped once I saw my wrist full of cuts. I sighed and washed it under running water.
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"Morning Dems," I smiled sleepily as she settled a plate of pancakes in front of me. "Baby, I know it's hard but you have to eat, ok? Do it for me?" She looked at me hopefully as I nodded. I picked up the fork and started stabbing at the pancakes. After stuffing a few pieces into my mouth, I put the fork down. "I-I can't," I forced out.

"It's ok baby, you did well," Demi kissed my cheek as she washed up the plates. "C'mon, I think it's time for a documentary," she winked as she pulled me to the couch. She flicked the remote until the YouTube logo appeared on the TV. After a few minutes, Demi's voice could be heard from the TV. I looked up to see the two words, "Simply Complicated" on the TV.
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After the documentary, I was left shocked. Demi didn't tell me she was bullied in school, neither did she tell me she did drugs. "Beth?" Demi asked as I looked up at her curiously.

*Demi's POV*
"We're going shopping," I smirked as Beth squealed in excitement. "Alright now, get your ass into your bedroom and change," I chuckled as she shot up from the sofa, dashed up the stairs and into her room. I shook my head and giggled to myself. I sure do have the cutest little sister ever!