after that day with Demi i felt like i finally had someone to talk to, like someone actually understood. id been here about 3 weeks. i talked with Demi everyday.
i was starting to find things hard. i was aloud a phone call so i called my bestfriend. it started off okay and i asked her what was being said about me. she went quiet, she refused to tell me. i begged and begged her, she eventually told me some of it. i couldnt handle what was being said about me.
i ran to my room, barged past demi in tears. i slammed the door and shoved a chair against the door. i couldnt stop crying. i was scratching all my arms and making the cuts what werent fully healed to bleed.
it was bleading crazily now.
