Demi's POV:
I'm dragged out of the van by the guard, he grips the handcuffs and pulls me towards the grey building, pulling a card out of his pocket, swiping it against the scanner pad and then pushing the door open and pushing me inside, following me while shutting the door behind him.
"Over there Lovato." He says, pointing towards a desk, he releases the cuffs and I slowly make my way towards the desk. "Sit." I do as he says; and he sits in front of me pulling out ink pads, opening them and placing them in front of me. He grabs my right hand and unlocks the handcuffs, taking them off my wrists and then placing them on the desk in front of me.
I gently rub my wrists, tracing my fingers over the black ink that covers them, tracing the lettering 'Stay Strong' that's what I need to do in this hell hole, I need to stay strong. The guard grabs my right wrist again, rolling my index finger in the ink before pressing it into the correct box on the sheet of paper in between us; he repeats this for each finger on both of my hands.
"Stand up." He demands, I let out a sigh as I stand up and he points towards the room at the side. "Go." I groan and walk towards the room, I walk inside and he follows me, shutting the door behind him. A woman in uniform turns around, pulling latex gloves on to her hands and then leaning against the wall.
"This is Officer Peters, strip." The guard says to me and I stare at him in shock, he wants me to strip, what the fuck.
"Wait, what?"
"Strip."
"I am not stripping, do you know who I fucking am?!" I yell, glaring at the guard, he cocks his right eyebrow at me before smirking.
"I sure do popstar, now strip."
"My manager will hear about this." I say, pulling my shirt over my head, dropping it on the ground next to my feet.
"I'm sure she will princess." The guard says causing the other officer to laugh as I kick my jeans off and then stand in the middle of the room with my arms crossed over my chest. The woman officer grabs my arms and pulls then away from my chest before placing them at my sides and then patting by body down, fucking hell gloves feel disgusting.
"Turn around." She demands, I slowly turn around and then she pats my legs down and then spins me around again. "Underwear off, then squat and cough."
"What?"
"Just do it popstar." She says, kneeling down behind me as I slowly slide my underwear down my legs, leaving it around my ankles as I squat. "Cough."
I let out a cough and then she makes me stand up, I pull my underwear up my legs and she passes me my clothes again as the guard walks out of the room. I quickly pull my shirt over my head and then drag my jeans up my legs as she just stares at me.
"What?" I snap because she's fucking weird, stop staring at me!
"I know this is unprofessional but can I have your autograph?"
"What?!"
"F-for my little sister." She mumbles, looking at the ground, I let out a sigh as I step closer to her.
"Get me a pen and paper." I say causing her to grab her note pad and pen; she passes it to me and then shyly smiles at me. "What's her name?"
"Clara." She says and I write a quick note on the paper before signing it.
Stay Strong Clara
Demi :)
I draw a stupid picture in the corner of the page, passing it back to the officer and then handing her to pen as she smiles at me. We walk out of the room and into another room full of orange shirt and pants as well as shoes and a shelf of pillows.
"Shoe size?"
"Seven." I mumble as she grabs the orange pants and shirt, placing the shoes on top of them and then slides them towards me.
"Put them on, a van will be here to pick you up in ten minutes to take you to the prison." She says as I let out a groan and pull my shirt over my head, replacing it with the orange one and then kicking my jeans off, handing them to the guard as I pull the elasticated orange pants up my legs. I grab the shoes and slide them on as the officer places a pillow in front of me. I pick the pillow up and then turn around as she walks me out of the room and then outside, we stand in front of wire gates waiting for the van to turn up.
"Can you please stop staring at me?" I say, turning to the officer who is still staring at me.
"Sorry, I'm not used to having celebrities here."
"Whatever just stop staring at me, it's intimidating."
"You do realise that everyone will stare at you in there right?" She says as she van pulls up and a woman sticks her head out of the window, smiling at me.
"Hey Peters, hey Disney how's Mickey?"
"Frey, just open the door." The officer says and the platinum blonde woman rolls her eyes, pressing a button inside causing the door to unlock. The officer slides the door open and I climb in, throwing the pillow and bag on the seat next to me, resting my head back and letting out a long sigh. I look out of the open door and a tall brunette walks out of the building, wearing the same orange uniform I'm wearing and gripping on to a pillow as she makes her way towards the van. She carefully climbs inside and then sits next to me, placing the pillow on her lap still gripping on to it.
"Is that all for today?" The blonde driver asks, smirking at the officer who just glares at her.
"It is Frey, stay out of trouble."
"Of course Peters."
"So who do I have in Here today?" She asks as the officer shuts the door. "I mean I know Lovato, but who are you?" She asks, staring at the obviously scared brunette.
"G-Grace Helbig."
"Alright Helbig stop stuttering I'm not going to shiv you." The blonde says, smirking and then turning in her seat, starting the engine and then pulling away from the grey building and onto the road. "So what are you in here for Lovato?"
"Drugs." I mumble, staring out of the window, watching the trees sway in the wind because that is basically all I have to entertain myself.
"Possession or dealing?" She asks as she turns a corner and then continues driving down the empty road.
"Possession."
"Little Miss Disney locked away for drug possession, who would've thought it?"
"Whatever." I mutter, running my fingers through my hair, I really should've dyed it before I got sent here, who the fuck goes to prison with ombréd purple hair?! Fucking me that's who, means I'll just be noticed even more, fucking hell.
"So what's with the shaved patch Disney?"
"Why do you keep calling me Disney?" I ask, glaring at her through the rear-view mirror causing her to let out a laugh.
"Because I like it, now answer the question."
"I get bored with my hair, I do weird things to it when I get bored with it, so I dyed it and shaved a patch of it off." I reply, running my fingers over the shaved patch as the blonde turns to face me, smirking at me.
"Look a little bit gay Disney."
"Whatever, why do you care anyway?"
"You're going to a woman's prison and you're fucking hot and you look like a raging homo, princess you're going to get snapped up." She replies, glancing over her shoulder and winking at me causing me to glare at her. Grace just shifts uncomfortable in the seat, still gripping on to the pillow in her lap.
"What are you in for Helbig?"
"DUI plus drunk and disorderly." She mutters, slowly glancing up at me, I smile at her because to be honest I'm as scared as she is, I'm just not showing it because Demi Lovato does not show that she's fucking scared!
"Here we are ladies, grab your shit and follow me."
I grab my bag and pillow off the seat as she blonde slides the door open and then stands to the side as I jump out of the van, Grace follows me out and then all three of us walk inside. We walks through the heavy grey doors and into the building, past three guards that the blonde smiles at and then into the mess that seems to be the actual prison.
"Here's the common area." She says as we pass a room with tables and a few TV's. "The eating area." She mutters, pointing towards the canteen full of rows of empty tables. "And newbie rooms, Disney you're in here."
I let out a groan as she walks me inside a room with four bunks in it, three of them occupied by prisoners wearing beige clothes. They all glare at me and I throw my bag and pillow on to the spare bunk before climbing on to it and lying down.
"See you at dinner Disney, come on Helbig you're this way."
"Frey!" One of the girls in the room with me yells, walking towards the doorway and sticking her head into the corridor.
"What?"
"Has she got any in yet?" She asks, looking over her shoulder and then glaring at me, I just roll my eyes because I haven't even fucking done anything.
"Not yet, it'll be here tomorrow, but Disney over there is in for drug possession so you have a bestie now Cabello."
"So Disney, what was your drug of choice then?" She asks and I groan because I have a feeling that the nickname 'Disney' is going to stick with me for the entire time in here!
"Coke." I mumble, staring up at the ceiling.
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I'm still lay in my bunk staring up at the ceiling, expect the room is empty, I don't know where everyone else went and to be honest I really don't fucking care, just as long as I'm left alone I don't fucking care where everyone else is.
"Get up Disney it's time for dinner." Frey says from the doorway, I lift my head up and stare at her. "Come on get up." She says as I place my head back on the thinnest pillow ever, groaning because let's face it this is my life now, uncomfortable pillows and fucking orange suits!
"I'm not hungry." I mumble, placing my arms over my face and then letting out a groan because I can hear her walking into the room, what part of 'I'm not hungry' does this fucking bitch not get? Okay maybe I am hungry but I don't want to go and sit in a room full of other prisoner that will no doubt be calling me Disney as well.
"I don't care; you've got to eat Disney."
"I said I'm not fucking hungry."
"And I said that I don't fucking care, get your spoilt ass off that fucking bunk and into the fucking dining hall!" She yells, walking closer to me and grabbing my arm, pulling me off the bunk, okay that was fucking rude and it fucking hurt. She turns to face me, glaring at me while dragging me out of the room.
"Get the fuck off me." I say pulling my arm out of the grip. "Fucking hell I thought the paps were bad."
"Oh get over it popstar, you're not in La La Land anymore."
"No fucking shit blondie." I mumble as we walk into the dining hall and she drags me towards the queue at the front of the room, people begin to stare at me and I just stare at the ground. Frey pushes me forwards as the queue begins to move forwards.
"Here you go Hollywood." A woman says to me, handing me a tray of food while smirking at Frey who is stood behind me, whatever. Why the hell is everyone giving me stupid fucking nicknames, god I hate it here, why couldn't my lawyer have made sure that I only had to do community service, the overpaid cunt.
I walk away from Frey and glance around the room, walking past a group of girls that seem to be praying; as I walk past them one of them grabs my wrist and looks up at me I glare at her but she just stares up at me before giving me a small smile. Okay this is weird I would like to get out of this situation right now, no don't pull me closer to you, get the fuck off me.
"Sit with us; pray with us, god will help you." She says giving me a goofy smile, I rip my wrist out of her hand and step away from her while attempting not to laugh, I bite my bottom lip and she just innocently looks up at me waiting for me to answer her.
"Um no thanks."
"Fucking hell Hernandez, leave the poor popstar alone she doesn't want to fucking pray with you." Frey says, walking up behind me and then standing next to me, glaring down at the girl sat at the table in front of us. "Come on popstar you can sit with me."
"No, it's fine." I mutter, walking away from her and spotting a table that only two people are sat at, I walk towards it and place the tray down, sitting down and then letting out a groan because the food looks so unappealing.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
"I'm sitting down, what does it look like I'm doing?" I answer, staring at them because it's pretty fucking obvious what I'm doing, is everyone fucking stupid in here?
"Get the fuck up and get the fuck off our table!" The Hispanic looking one of the pair screams at me, slamming her fists into the table as she stands up and glares at me.
"Whatever."
"Listen fucking Disney, move your skinny white ass before I fucking kick it!"
"Hansen, Kordei stop yelling and leave Disney alone, she didn't know about your fucking Beyoncé time okay." I look up and she's stood in front of me, looking down at me smirking with her eyebrows kinked before she flashes me a crooked smile. "So what are you in here for Disney?"
"You should know." I mumble pushing the tray away from me and then stand up, walking away from her and then walking out of the dining hall before making my way back towards the room I'm staying in. I walk into the room and climb on to my bunk and she follows me inside and then stands at the end of my bunk staring at me with a fucking smirk on her face.
"What do you want?"
"Okay let's get one thing straight, I run this place, you have no power and no say over what happens okay Demi. None at all and don't even think about pulling that 'do you know who I am' bullshit because no one here fucking cares."
"I don't care; get the fuck away from me Jennel."
"Still a fucking spoilt brat I see, you know Demi if you were to be with me in here no one would touch you. They'd be too scared to touch you." She says, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear and then smirking at me.
"Do not fucking touch me." I say through gritted teeth, batting her hand away.
"Fine if that's the way you want to be then fucking fine, have fun in here Demi." She says, walking away from me and then making her way back towards the dining hall I lie down again, turning to face the wall and then aiming my fist into it before screaming.
How the fuck did my life get so bad that I ended up here?