Hey You.....

After almost 5 years clean, 3 cuts.....

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I lay in my bed for almost 2 hours, thinking of what to do. I know I shouldn't, but I still check my Instagram. I don't know why these words hit me so hard. Back home I didn't care, so why now? I just need to....
I drift off to sleep.


~the next morning~

I wake up with a sad feeling. I walk out of bed and dress myself in a big sweater. I walk to the bathroom and check if nobody's around. I lock myself up in the bathroom and grab the blade. I make 3 or 4 cuts before putting a towel on my wounds. They aren't deep, but they're bleeding like hell. When they're dry, I clean everything and make sure you don't see blood on my sweater. Then I walk downstairs. Mel and Harry look in my direction.
"Hey Deems, everything okay?" Harry asks.
"Everything is fine. Why?" I ask to them.
"Because you were a little upset yesterday." Mel says.
"Yup, and then I realized that I don't give a shit about what others think." I smile.
Harry and Melissa need to laugh. We eat our breakfast and then we have a lazy day. Just hanging around doing nothing.


~2 weeks later~

I wake up from the doorbell. I look around and It's still dark. What the hell? That person needs to be more important than Obama will he make it out alive. I growl and walk to the door.
I open it and Luke stands in the door. I jump in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck.
"Hey princess." He says smiling.
"Hey Luke, I missed you so much." I whisper.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because it's 2am and I don't wanna have angry neighbours."
"Okay, let's go inside then"
He walks inside and look around, me still in his arms.
"Pretty awesome." He says.
"Can't wait to check out the bed." He smirks after it.
I giggle and he walks upstairs, again, me still in his arms.
"which room is yours?" He whispers.
I point and the one on the left and he walks in. He gently lays me down on the bed and lift his shirt over his head. Then he lays next to me, pulls me close and closes his eyes. I laugh quietly.
"Are we seriously going to spoon?" I giggle.
He just nods his head and pulls me even more close, if that was possible.
"Goodnight princess." He whispers.
"Goodnight Luke."
"I still prefer babe or boyfriend" he smirks.
"Goodnight BABE." I giggle.


~The next morning~

I wake up with a sleeping Luke next to me.... Or actually, over me. No escape from this one.
"Luke!" I scream.
"What? What's wrong?!" He asks getting up immediately.
I smirk. "Nothing, just wanted you to wake up."
"What time is it?" He asks.
"Uh, 9:30." I say.
."Then I need to go. I have an interview." He says, dressing himself and kissing me.
"Bye princess."
"Bye babe."
He needs to smile and walks out of my bedroom. I check my Instagram and then I remember the reactions. I almost need to cry again. I walk to my bathroom and grab the blade. I make ,again, a few cuts. So if you were asking: No, I didn't stop cutting myself.
After that's happened I do my usual stuff and then I walk downstairs.
"Why are you wearing big sweaters?" Harry asks when I sit at the table.
"Why not?"
"Because it's warm outside."
"So?"
"So normal people would wear tops."
"I'm not normal."
"I know, but I still think it's too warm."
"Then you're thinking wrong."
We finish our breakfast in silence and then I turn the tv on. I watch some tv and then I feel very sad. Just in once.
The rest of the day I almost feel like I'm depressive. At the end of the day and check my Instagram again, I know I shouldn't but I can't help it, and again I see those hate reactions. They just won't stop. I can't, I just can't.....

I walk to my bathroom and lock myself up. I begin to cut myself until I cry too much. I fall down on the ground and look at my wounds. My whole arm is full of them. I cry and my tears are falling on my wounds. I try walk to my bedroom and lay on my bed, I almost cried my eyes out. My arm was still bleeding and probably I left a track from blood. I lay there for 10 minutes when I hear someone scream.
"Princess, I'm home!"
I ignore him and I hear him walk upstairs. When he sees the blood in the hallway I hear him say
"Holy fuck. What the hell's going on? DEMI? DEMI?!"
He runs into my room and then sees me laying on my bed. The bed was red where my arm was. He runs to me and grabs my arm.
"Demi, what did you do?....."

Notes

NEXT ONE AND AGAIN SORRY ITS SO SHORT.
I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER