The Story of Alexandra Lovato

Alexandra is Demi Lovato's younger sister and is going through some struggles that Demi went through. Is she going to suffer alone or will she have the courage to tell someone?

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7. Chapter 7

Demi's POV:

I still don't give a fuck about Alex. Want to know why? Well, its a secret. But I suppose if you want to know, you can.

Back when I was dating Joe, you know, Joe Jonas, we fooled around a little, and well, a baby happened. I told Joe I was pregnant, thinking he'd be ecstatic, but instead he said that if I didn't get an abortion, he would break up with me. And I decided to keep the baby, and that ruined my relationship with the best boy ever.

I told Joe that I aborted the baby and Joe believed me. Until I became too big to hide it and he found out. He was drunk when he found out, and he hit me and called me horrible names that I can never forget, no matter how hard I try.

Two months before my baby was due, my mom found out about my issues. I got sent to treatment. I gave my mom the baby because I wanted to be a normal teenager that didn't have a baby. She was brought up as my sister. I don't know if I should tell her that she's my daughter.

But that's why I hate her. I loved Joe, and she took him away from me, so I take it out on her.

Madison's POV:

It has been two days since Alex attempted suicide. I am scared that Alex is going to die. She's my older sister. I'm not close with her, but I don't want her to die. I would commit suicide if she died.

I say, "Can someone take me home? I want to shower and change my clothes."

"Sure." Demi says.

We go out of the hospital and get in the car. We drive to the house and go inside. I run upstairs to shower.

I see my shaving razor sitting in the shower. This is the first time I've ever thought about cutting. I turn the shower on and smash the razor and take a blade out. I can't cut on my wrists. That would be too obvious. I have to cut on my thighs.

I cut a shallow cut and gasp. This hurts! But then my emotional pain goes away. This really helps! I need to do this more often! I cut deeper. That makes me feel even better. I cover my thighs in deep cuts.

When I get into the shower, I hiss in pain as the water hits my cuts. I try to not let the water hit them.

I get out of the shower when I'm done. I go and pull on black leather pants, a band tee, and a black leather jacket. I put my blade, phone, phone charger, and headphones. I leave my hair down and go downstairs to Demi.

When I see her, a wave of worry hits me. She will be able to see right through me. I don't want her to know. If she finds out, she would send me to rehab.

"Madison! Can you hear me?" I hear Demi say.

"Sorry, I was zoned out. What were you saying?" I say.

"Is anything wrong, Maddy?" Demi asks.

"Well of course something's wrong. My older sister attempted suicide and she is in the fucking hospital! Of course I'm not ok!" I yell at Demi.

Demi looks sad, and I start to regret what I said. She hugs me. "Anything else, and be honest, cause I can tell when you're lying."

"Umm, well, I might possibly have, ummm...." I say nervously, not wanting to tell Demi.

"What? Spit it out, Maddy. You're starting to scare me." Demi says.

"Umm, I cut, and it's pretty deep." Demi looks at me sadly.

"Baby girl! Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I don't know."

"Show me." Demi says.

"No, Dem. I don't want you to be triggered."

"I don't care. I can take care of myself. I have seen worse."

I sigh and pull my pants down to show her my thighs. Demi starts crying. She kisses each cut, which makes me cry. I pull my pants back up, and I say, "Demi, don't cry over me. I'm not worth it."

Demi looks at me. "Of course you are Maddy! You're my sister and I love you so, so much. And you're beautiful. I just wish you could see that."

"Demi, can we keep this between us?" I ask.

"Yes, but if it happens again, I'm telling Mom and Dad." Demi says.

We go down to the car and drive back to the hospital.

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