Torn

Chapter 43

Annie's POV

"What about this one?" Madison asked.

I looked up at the movie she was holding and shook my head, "Nah."

She tossed it in the movie pile we made on the floor of disenchantments. I watched as she continued to look through the movie shelf, each of us not finding a good enough movie.

"Annie." Marissa said from the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me the truth." She nervously said. "What is this?"

I spun around on my heal and saw her holding up my bloody sweatshirt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. A gazillion things started racing through my mind. I need an excuse! Time is running out. Fuck. Did she tell Demi? Does Demi know? I was just about to open my mouth and spill everything. Have all my secrets out in the open. Almost.

"It's from me." Mad casually said. "That's my sweatshirt. I was riding my penny board over here earlier and I fell and scraped up my knee pretty bad. I had the sweatshirt in my hand so I fell on top of it."

"But-" Marissa started.

Madison pulled up her jeans and sure enough nasty scrapes were all across her knee. It looked like she must've skidded a little bit.

"Oh," Marissa sighed in relief. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Madison shrugged, throwing more movies in the pile. "I'm fine."

Maybe Marissa is either really gullible, or maybe the story actually sounded half true if I wasn't in panic mode.

"Alright, well, I'm going to go change and then we'll be down for the movie night!" Marissa said wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

Madison laughed, "Okay."

Once she left the room, I quickly looked over at Mads who was scanning through the movie shelf like nothing happened.

"Madison,-"

She looked at me dead in the eye and said, "It's time to tell Demi."

ONE WEEK LATER

Song- Little Do You Know
By- Alex & Sierra

It's getting worse and worse. I struggle just getting through the day. The sadness has grown on me.. It's became a part of me. I feel myself slowly slipping away piece by piece. I try to be happy, oh god, I try so hard. I try for Demi, I try for Marissa, I try for Wilmer, I try for Madison, I try for myself. It's just not enough.

I have to fight and fight just to keep going.

And I'm tired of fighting.

I've never experienced this kind of pain before. I've never dreaded waking up in the morning. Sure, I would dread it because I had to go to school or something stupid. But I've never dreaded having to wake up to live.

Yeah, some people probably would tell me how pathetic I am because I'm sad over something so stupid. But, it's not that simple. It started with Conner, but then it proceeded onto Twitter, my body, my weight, trying to live up to people's expectations, and then just one day.. I let myself go.

I'm beginning to have hunger pains that felt like they were killing me. My stomach probably is hungry, but I am not. I've gone two whole weeks without a proper meal. How Demi hasn't found out, I'm not sure. She trusts me and that makes me a whole lot more guilty.

"Baby, do you want to put a movie in or something and cuddle?" Demi cheesed from the couch.

I was at the island in the kitchen, gripping onto the granite for dear life. I relaxed my fingers and took a deep breath so the tears that have been threatening to fall for hours, won't.