6 girls one roof (Demi Lovato, Fifth Harmony)

My dirty little secret

Camila's P.O.V
It was replaced by broken skin, a few traces of dried blood and purplely- blueish fingernail sized marks. There was one slice across my damaged flesh. My skin was littered with soon to be scars. I kept my tears behind my eyes. I ran my hand over them, I didn't fully believe that I did that to myself. The marks were real. I could feel the dips from my nails and my skin involuntarily flinched when I touched one.

I heard a knocking on the door. Someone said "hurry up you've been in there for forever". Lauren. I put my shirt back on with panic rushing through my body. My heart was racing against my mind. I could get help right now and make sure that nothing like this ever happens again or I could hide it, it's not like this will happen again.

If I tell someone they'll blame themselves or get mad at me. I can't handle either of those. I'll only need to hide the marks for a few weeks until they heal. Except for the real cut, that'll take longer to heal if it doesn't scar. At least there's only one. If there was more they would suspect something but just one I can play of with a simple lie.

I took one last look in the mirror. I have every right to be upset about Dinah seeing me naked. I'm hideous. I slipped out of the bathroom, avoiding a impatient looking Lauren. Her face softened when she saw me.

She grabbed my arm gently, not hurting me but restraining me. She said "I'm sorry Camila I wasn't laughing at you, please. Please Camz forgive me. I feel terrible". I pulled my arm away and said "it's fine Lauren. I forgive you". I didn't use her nickname. I wasn't feeling the whole pet name at the moment. I brushed off her hurt face. I didn't have to see her face to tell how upset she was.

I went to my room. I sat on my bed. Demi just waking up by my arrival went unnoticed. I let the tears fall. Why did I had to be so ugly. Why did everyone have to comment on me in all the videos and interviews. I haven't done anything to them but they call me exactly what I am a talentless ugly little girl that doesn't deserve to be in fifth harmony, that doesn't deserve to be alive.

Even though Demi went unnoticed by me the same was not for her noticing me. She came over and hugged me. I flinched when she wrapped her arms around me. She grazed my damaged area. I tried to brush it off but Demi once again did the opposite.

Demi said "Camila why did you flinch". I tried to play innocent "I didn't". She didn't believe me "Camila don't lie to me. Why did you flinch". I said "you just scared me Demi, I didn't know you were there". I was still refusing to admit to why I really flinched, admitting will only make it more real. Demi said being blunt "then take off your shirt". I said trying to avoid the looming task at hand "Demi , I know most people would take off all there clothes for you willingly and I am flattered, I really am but, don't you think we should go out on a date first. I mean I haven't even kissed someone before, don't you think I should do that before I start stripping for you".

Demi wasn't amused. She said "Camila" sternly. She continued "not why I want you to take your shirt off. I want to make sure your not hurt. And FYI if I wanted your shirt of I would take it off myself". She said cockily at the end. Of course that's Demi for you, completely one hundred percent on topic, all the time. I still wouldn't take my shirt off. Demi said on the brink of giving up "would you rather Ally does it. I don't care who does it but someone needs to darling. I know you were upset, I know better than most people what people can do to themselves when they get upset".

I debated what to do before saying finally "can I take a picture instead". Demi agreed and sent me off to the bathroom with my phone. I went in and took off my shirt. My bra was covering everything important so I wasn't too worried about that. I took a picture of my side. The side that I didn't have any damage on. I pulled my shirt back on and went back to my spot next to Demi. I handed her the phone.

She caught on and said "sweetheart, I'm not stupid. Other side or else I will make sure that you are okay". Her tone at the beginning was sweet but turned harsh as the sentence ran on. I went back to the bathroom and took a picture of my side. I went back to Demi. I handed her the phone. She returned the box still displaying the picture of my side, still clothed entirely. She said "sorry" before she shouted "Ally can you come up here please".

Ally's small feet pounded up the stairs only stopping when the bedroom door burst open. Demi stood up and whispered something into Ally's ear soothing her puzzled look. Demi walked over and leaned me back on the bed. She held me down as Ally pulled up my shirt. The whole time I was shouting at them "GET OFF OF ME. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT. YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME LIKE THAT. GET AWAY FROM ME" over and over again until I burst out into the sobs that had just been mended.

Ally had managed to get my shirt off. They peered at my side. Sons racked through my body. No one was supposed to find out. It was supposed to be my secret. Ally gasped.