The Story Of Alexandria Lovato 1

Chapter 6: Suicide

Alex's POV:

I say up in my room sobbing. I could hear yelling from downstairs.

"Well, if you actually payed attention to Alex and cared about her, we would have known about this." Dallas yells.

"I do care about Alex!" Demi yells.

"Then go comfort her! You went through it so you know how to deal with it." Dallas yells.

"I'm going upstairs." Demi yells.

I quickly pull my clothes back on. Demi knocks on my door. "Come in." I say.

"Listen, Alex, I know we really don't get along that well, but Dallas said to help you feel better. I went through bullying and I went through some things because of it. It is no big deal. Just stay on the right path. I'm out of here. Oh, and just be aide I'm doing this, doesn't mean I love you. I hate you. You are horrible and ugly!" Demi says.

"You fucking bitch. Why do you always try to hurt me? I get hurt enough at school. And you always wonder why I love Dallas more than you." I shake my head disgustedly.

Demi slaps me across the face. I get hit all the time, so I'm used to it. "Get out of my fucking room, Demetria. I never want to see you ever again!" I scream.

Demi says, "You don't fucking speak to me that way! You're a bitch, Alexandria!"

She punches me and kicks my ribs. I fall over. "Your weak. You can't even take a punch!"

"Leave me alone!" I sob as she won't stop hitting me.

"No. You are worthless. Maybe if I hit you some more, you would become worthy. You are ugly and fat. You need to lose weight. You need to cut. It helps." Demi says, accenting every word with a punch or kick.

"Demi, please stop. It hurts!" I cry out.

Demi gives me one last savage kick and throws a bottle of foundation at me. "Use it or you'll regret it." She says and leaves my room, slamming the door on the way out.

Demi walks out, not looking the least bit remorseful. I pull my blade out and cut as deep as I can. I grab a full bottle of pills from my hiding spot and swallow it. I cut deeper and grab the suicide note that I wrote out a while ago. Everything goes black.

Demi's POV:

I hear a loud bang from Alex's room. I don't give a fuck about that girl.

"Demi, can you please go upstairs and see what happened to Alex?" Mom asks.

I nod my head and go upstairs. As soon as I open her door, I scream. Alex is on the floor, her arms covered in blood and bruises, and she had a price of paper and an empty bottle of pills. I scream, "Mom! Dad! Maddy! Dallas! Someone call an ambulance! I think Alex attempted suicide!"

I grab two shirts on the floor and press it to her cuts to try to help stop the bleeding. I check for a pulse. I sigh in relief. She has a pulse, even though it is weak it is still there. Everyone except Maddy runs into the room. "Where's Maddy?" I ask.

"Calling the ambulance, and we didn't want her to see this." Dad says. I hear the door opening and I think the paramedics are here. They run up the step and load Alex onto a stretcher.

We follow them down the steps. "One person can ride with her." One of the paramedics days as we reach the ambulance.

"I'll go." Mom says. She jumps into the ambulance and rides with her.

After about ten minutes, our van arrives at the hospital. Dad goes up to the woman at the front desk. "Do you know what room Alexandria Lovato is in?" Dad says.

"Are you related to her?" She asks.

"I'm her father and those three," he points at Dallas, Maddy, and I, "are my other daughters." Dad says.

"Ok. She's in room 650 but you can't go in there. They are operating on her. You will have to wait in the waiting room on the 3rd floor." The woman says.

We head up to the 3rd floor elevator. When the elevator stops, we go to the waiting room with Dallas in the lead. I sit down to think.