Shattered Promises

twenty six.

        I latched the bathroom stall down before backing up and sliding down one of the walls, sitting down in front of the toilet. I pulled my knees up to my chest, tears quickly staining my face. How is this all completely my fault? Maybe if Demi kept her fucking mouth shut at the airport it'd never be filmed by the paparazzi and then it'd never be flying around social media. Maybe if she thought about what she was going to say before saying it, then this whole situation wouldn't have gotten this bad. 

        Every single person out there hates me. My own friends hate me, and I had a lot. And every single one of them probably hate my guts. I still don't understand why though. I never sent them anything. Everyone is making this a bigger deal than it should be.

        I don't know why I'm crying. I barley cried. I only cried when I needed to. Maybe it's the fact that most people that I care about are turning against me? Maybe it's the fact that I'm blamed for this entire thing when I'm only half to blame? Maybe it's the fact that my own sister absolutely hates my guts and wants nothing to do with me. Whatever it is, I shouldn't be crying over it.

        After a few more minutes of me crying in the bathroom stall, I decided to get out of it. Opening the door, I made my way over to the mirror and cringed at the sight in front of me. My eyes were red and puffy and there were black tear tracks on my cheeks from the eye makeup I had on. It looked like I had been crying, and I really didn't wanna go back out there looking like this. 

        I brought my hands to my face and began whipping away the black stains on my face, but more tears let them self fall freely back onto my face, creating a fresh trail of tears. I soon gave up and gave out a quiet sigh before leaning against the counter with my hands. 

        I jumped slightly when someone walked into the bathroom. I looked over my shoulder at them and then quickly looked back down at the counter. 

        "Oh my god, are you okay?" The voice sounded slightly familiar to me, but I couldn't detect who it was coming from.

        "Uh, yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled, looking up and glancing at the girl who was in the bathroom with me.

        My eyes widened when I recognized the girl who stood in front of me. 

        "Dani?" She covered her mouth with her hand and I soon got ready to hear how horrible of a person I was and how much she hated me.

        "Hey," I chuckled sadly, tears brimming at the edges of my eyes again. It was Fernanda. The chick that I had met multiple times backstage at the tour.

        "Before you go off on me about Demi and how stupid I am to do that to her, just know that it happened years ago."

        "People are over reacting, honestly. I wasn't one of those people that sent you hate on Twitter and tweeted about it a shit times. Yeah, I watched the video and yeah it sucks knowing that you out of all people was one of the reasons Demi attempted suicide, but it's not like we should hate you forever. It's not even entirely your fault, right? I mean, there were other people sending her hate as well. It wasn't just you. Yes, what you did was horrible, but like you said, you were ten. Demi clearly doesn't get that, but I understand why she's mad. I mean, I would be too. Anyone would. But, there is a ton of Lovatics who aren't saying anything about it and aren't picking sides. Some are actually on your side."

        "Really?" I asked, shock taking over my body.

        "Really," She nodded. 

        "Well Demi blames this whole thing on me. Even what happened at the airport, it's apparently my fault as well."