Saved // a Demi and 5H story

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I looked up at the stars as Demi wheeled me over in my wheelchair to the car. It was 8:00, and I had just been released from the hospital. It had been a week. I had gained two pounds, and It had been hell. Demi had stayed by my side the whole time, which helped a litte. My stomach was a little sore from having a feeding tube in it, and my head hurt. Demi stopped infront of the car, and I hopped out of the wheelchair. Dizziness clouded my head as Demi placed her hands on my shoulders to steady me. I lowered myself into the passenger seat and closed my eyes. I was exhausted.

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"Alex were home." 

I opened my eyes and unbuckled my seatbelt. It was good to be home after being at the hospital. 

"I'll go get your wheelchair." Demi said as she opened her door.

"I'm gonna try to walk." I said as I opened my door. Demi grabbed my hands and helped me stand up. I took a few steps and stumbled. I was so dizzy. 

"Take it easy baby." Demi said as she wrapped her arm around my waist. We made our way up the driveway, and finally we made it inside. My knees buckled, and Demi caught me before I hit the ground.

"Alex! You ok?" Demi asked with wide eyes.

"Ya my head just hurts and I'm really dizzy." I mumbled. I almost tripped over my sweatpants as I straighted up. 

"I'll carry you upstairs." Demi said as she picked me up bridal-style. I was gonna object but decided against it. I felt like I was gonna pass out. The doctors told me that I would be dizzy for a few days, because my heart was weak. They sent me home with medication that would hopefully make my heart stronger. Demi placed me on my bed and I pulled the blankets up to my chin. Demi sat on the edge of my bed.

"Listen Alex, I know this week has been extrememly tough for you. But I am very proud of you for getting through it, ok?" Demi said as she reached out to my face. I flinched and turned away. She was gonna hit me, I was positive.

A look of hurt filled Demi's eyes as she pulled her hand away. I mentally slapped myself. She wasn't gonna hit you dumbass, stop being afraid of her.

"Sorry Dem... I guess.....I guess it's instinct." I said apologetically. 

"I understand baby. You should sleep now, you look tired." I nodded. Demi turned off the light and shut my door with a smile.

"See you in the morning."

As soon as she left, my demons voices filled my head. 

"Go purge and cut fattass, Demi hates you."

That was all that took it. One sentence from my demons and I heaved myself out of bed. I collapsed on the floor as dizziness over took me. I fought through it and grabbed my blades from the crack between my bed and the wall. I dragged myself to the bathroom and grabbed a black towel. I leaned againts the door and yanked my sleeve up. I took out my sharpest blade and rested it againts my arm. There was no clean skin on both my arms, every inch of them was covered in deep, jagged scars. I pressed into my wrist and sliced, causing blood to cascade down my arm, tears blurred my vision and I blindly sliced. I kept slicing and slicing as my tears fell into my fresh cuts, creating a comforting pain. I clutched my towel onto my wrist and tried to stop the heavy flow of blood. After about seven minutes, it finally stopped. I put my blade back into my box and put my towel in the hamper. Now I had to purge. I bent over the toilet and forced myself to throw up. I only saw blood, which satisfied me. I bandaged up my arm clumsily and dragged myself back to bed. I returned my box of blades to their hiding spot and pulled my covers over my head. I felt myself drifting off to a fitfull sleep.