The Story Of Alexandria Lovato 1

Chapter 1: The Party

ALEXANDRIA'S POV

I'm alone. No one cares about me. I'm in my room looking in my mirror. I am 14 and I weigh 97 pounds. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I do look a lot like Demi, like I look exactly like her. Demi is coming home today from her most recent tour, so I know that she is going to go on and on about the same stuff she usually does, like a fan that stood out to her, or a venue that she liked better than the others, or just day to day life on tour, that I already know every detail of, because that's what she does every time she gets home from anything that causes her to be away from the family for an extended period of time. Not that I'm excited. She hates me, and I don't know why. Probably because of how fat and worthless I am.
The door bell rings and I groan. Must be Demi. It will make it harder for me to hide my issues while she's here. She will be staying at our house for an unknown period of time that has yet to be decided by the parents, and Demetria, the devil herself. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
"Alex! Come down here! Demi's here and it's almost time to eat!" Dallas yells up the steps. Speak of the devil.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I yell. But I'm not going to eat. I'm too fat to eat, and people tell me that multiple times every day. Either at school, where I get bullied, or on social media sites, mostly by Demetria's so called fans, or her haters hate on me too. Well, I get tons of hate mail. Whenever Maddy gets even a single sentence of hate mail, Demetria goes on a Twitter rant. And, of course, she doesn't defend me, ever. So, anyways, that's why I avoid food. Most people would call that an eating disorder, but I don't. I'm just on a diet until I'm skinny enough. Right now I weigh 97 pounds. Way too fat for a fourteen year old, I know.
I run out my bedroom and slam the door behind me. I run down the stairs, and I see my family talking. Although I don't consider them my family. They don't like me. My mom always compared me to my sisters. 'Why can't you be as good at acting as Dallas is? Why don't you get as good grades as Maddy? Why can't you sing as well as Demi?' I know it's true, but I hate it. It makes me feel so unwanted and alone, which is how I always feel anyways, but I feel worse about it when she says that. I'm not good enough for anyone. How could anyone like someone like me?

"Alex, come and join us!" Demi says. I know she's acting like she wants me to come, because she's an actress, so usually she acts like she cares about me, but, behind closed doors, she absolutely hates me, and when I try to talk to her about anything that's not about her it usually ends with me being hurt, either by myself, or by Demi, so I hesitate for a second before coming over.
Everyone is crying except me. I don't care about Demi enough to cry. I've never sang on stage with her. Not once. It's always Madison. I would love to sing on stage. If I tried, I could probably sing at least as good as Demi. Not. I could never be as good as Demi ever. She's the perfect Disney Princess, and I'm always disappearing in her shadow. She's so oblivious that I am suffering, just like the rest of our family.
"Hi Demi! I missed you a lot!" I say, giving Demi a hug. Of course I'm lying. I only missed her a tad bit, and even then, I just thought about how much she hated me, and how she's never there for me, and that stops the feeling.

Demi hugs me back and says, "I missed you even more, Lexi."
Mom goes to the kitchen and checks the food. "It's time to eat! Come on out!"
We head to the table. When I see how much food there is, I start to freak out. I stand there for a minute, panicking.
Demi says, "Come sit next to me, Alex!"
I sigh. That makes it even harder to hide my eating disorder from her, even though I'm pretty sure she wouldn't care, even if she found out. I go over and sit next to her.

Dad, or my stepdad, but I've always grown up with him as my father figure. I was very young when Patrick, my birth dad, left us, and he and my mom got a divorce. He asks Demi to pray for the food, and she does. Dad starts by putting food on his plate. It's ziti and meatballs. I can't eat this! By the time the food gets to me, I have calmed myself down a little bit. I only put a little on my plate before passing the food to Demi.
"Aren't you going to have more?" Demi whispers to me.
"I'm not that hungry. I had a big lunch." I say to Demi. I take a small bite of food and I feel like puking. I force more down. I manage to eat half of it.
I say, "Mom, may I be excused? I had a big lunch at school today so I'm full."
"Sure, Alex." Mom says.
"I'm going to my room I have a lot of homework to do." I say.
I head upstairs and lock my door. I grab my blades out of my hiding spot in a hollow book. I pull my sleeve up and I have no more room on my arm. I check my other arm. They are both covered with fresh cuts from last night.
I had caught my boyfriend who I thought loved me kissing the girl who hated me most in the whole school. He said that he just got dared to date me.

But one good thing happened out of that day. I skipped school after that happened, and I was sitting at the park crying. A boy who looked around my age walked over to me and asked me what was wrong. I told him what happened and he kissed me and asked me to date him, after saying his name was William but to call him Will. He invited me over to his house, and by the time I left, I was high and drunk.
I have a date tonight with him. We're going to a party! I sneak into Demi's room and pick out a aqua blue tight, thigh length dress. I go back to my room and put it on. I do my makeup.
I lean over and grab the tree branch outside my window. I climb down the tree and walk down the street. I go to the place that I said I'd meet him. He was waiting there.
We walked to the party. I started drinking and smoking weed. After a while, I was high and drunk. Will grabbed me and took me to where he picked me up.
I made my way home. I walked up to the front door and I rang the doorbell. Demi answered it and she said, "Where have you been?"
"A party." I slur.
DEMI'S POV:
The family had been very upset. I had gone upstairs to grab Alex, because we had decided to have a family game night. I knocked on her door, but there was no reply. I just walked into her room, and she wasn't in there. I realized she had climbed out her window, and was gone, because her window was wide open, and I didn't see her phone lying around anywhere. I ran downstairs, and told everyone. We just sat there tensely in the kitchen. The doorbell rang a couple hours after we realized she was gone.
I got up and answer the door. Alex is standing out there.
"Where have you been?" I say to her angrily.
"A party." She slurs, so I'm guessing she drunk and possibly high, and something is off about her.
"Are you drunk?" I say.
"Yes." She says.
"Are you high?" I say.
"Yes."
"Did you go to that party with anyone?"
"Yes. My boyfriend. Now let me go inside. I'm tired and I want to sleep."
I sigh but I let her through. She goes upstairs.