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Addison May Lee Torres. The girl who thought her mother had forgotten about her. The girl who has her walls up high not wanting to be hurt. The girl who haven't seen her mother for 11 years. What happens when her mother who has broke her and who was the reason for her nightmares, comes back one day to take her back. Will Addison accepts to live with her? Will she ever forgive her mother? *Some triggering content*

You said you never hurt me, be the bandaid when I bleed. But I guess that band aid was all made of paper because it never stuck to me. *PLEASE READ SILENCE FIRST*

Everybody knows the Lovato's. Demi, Dallas and Maddie. They live a rich lifestyles with most of the kids permanently in the spotlight. Everything revolves around Demi and her fame but what about the other addition to their family? Just because everything looks perfect from the outside doesn't mean it's perfect behind closed doors Trigger Warning This book deals with abuse, self harm and depression. Read at your own risk

Her lips quirk up in a smile, her brown eyes filled with utter amusement. "You are the most annoying, noisiest, sarcastic, craziest maid I ever had." I smirk at her, giving her a sarcastic bow. "Why thank you, Ms. Lovato." She rolls her eyes at me. "I wonder why I never fired you in the first place." "Because I do all your chores and am at your beck and call, plus you love having me around." I say, the smirk widening on my lips. "That, is totally true."

Jessica isn't a normal girl.. She's depressed and a severe self harmer, what happens when she arrives at Timberline Knolls, Demi admits herself and they are paired as roommates?

My name is Isabella Lovato-Valderamma. Yeah, it's a mouthful so I usually just go by Izzy... The kids in school have other nicknames for me; Slut, Whore, Fatass, Btich, Emo, Attention-Seeker... it's all true of course. Why would they sugarcoat it? I bleed to feel and I don't eat to be perfect. I can stop anytime i want, and I will... once i'm perfect. You want to know the rest? Read on. I only have one rule... Don't tell mom.

So yeah, my name's Alex. I'm 13-years old and i think I might suffer from Alexithymia because I try to give no fucks and I don't like expressing my feelings. Also, it goes with my name which would be pretty cool, but then again I might just be a moody teenager (that's what my mum would say). I think this is where I should start to tell you about my 'MOTHER'. You probably know her I mean who doesn't?! And that is exactly why I dislike her so much, why can I have a normal mother, one that is a Doctor, a lawyer, secretary or a teacher? But no, mine had to be Ms. DEMI LOVATO the pop sensation you guys. Her job is the reason I'm this miserable and her job is the reason she is a terrible mother. Welcome to my life. Welcome to my story.

"I found you, little girl. You can run and hide, but I will always find you. I'm going to hold you captive now." [COMPLETED]