Demi My Inspiration

Chapter 8

Brittany's POV

Last night sucked, I let all the hate get to me. Which caused me to relapse. Poor Demi I think to myself. I wake up and my arm is burning still. I hiss in pain as I slightly touch it.

Demi's POV

I wake up to a hissing sound and look beside me. I see Britt holding her wrist in pain.
"Hey darling, you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, I will be" she mumbles back.
"How about breakfast?" I then proceed saying.
"Not hungry" she instantly replies.

I stand up and walk down to the kitchen, looking for food to make. I open her fridge and found what I was looking for.

Fruit.

I cut up the fruit in bite size pieces and place it into small bowls, giving her less than me. I walk back up the stairs with the bowls and two bottles of water. I enter her room, and she's lying on her back staring at the ceiling.

"Babe, you sure you're okay?" I ask while handing her the bowl and water. "Yeah, thanks." She says back while smiling.

Britt

As soon as Demi leaves the room my demons come back.
'Fat' 'fat' 'cut'
'Just one cut'
I stare at the ceiling blocking them out. Demi comes back in the room, asking if I'm okay, before she hands me food. Bleh, foods nasty. I'll just purge later I tell myself.

I take one small bite and can barely swallow it. The demons are taking over again.
'Don't eat' 'you're fat enough already'

I start panicking, which only causes me to have an anxiety attack.

Demi's POV

I look over at Britt and see she's having an anxiety attack.

"Hey, match my breathing. In an out. In and out."

"okay." She barely whispers back.
After 10 minutes she is finally calmed down.

"Thanks" she says.