Demi's Story. Chapter 4. PART 1/2.

(just FYI, some of the unnamed dialogue are from demi's mind, speaking to her, torturing her in a way..)
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Oct22. Mexico City.
4:47AM. Ive been in bed since 11pm. Rolling around, struggling for sleep. The pain was excruciating. Emotionally and physically. I found out about what Shorty said to Mr. Jonas. Flashbacks attack me. I knew shes been talking crap about me to my manager for weeks now, trying to make me look bad. But now it's getting to me. My head is pounding, my stomach aching, begging for food. My entire body, completely sore. I wipe my eyes and face the wall. How could I let myself get this way? I can't handle this. I can't. I'm so..tired. What's wrong with me?
6:20AM the alarm, once again, went off. I grumble and shut it off. I finally got to fall asleep, I cant get up now. Skipping a work out wont hurt anybody. Right? I fell back asleep and woke up at 8:00am. A normal time. Just like everybody else. I beg for normality. I get up and head to the bathroom to take an exhilarating shower. I strip and look into the mirror. "Thats her! Thats the lazy bitch that skipped her work out! Attack!" A slight smile forms on my face when I am able to see my collar and hip bones. I sigh in guilt, and tears threaten my eyes. No. You WANT to be normal. Normal people don't workout 4 times a day.
"unless they want to be perfect" a familiar voice speaks.
"shut up." I talk to myself. I get in the shower to wash myself. Rid of flaws, rid of guilt. Prepare for my day. .
By 9AM I was ready for the day. I did some press and signed a few autographs for the amazing fans waiting outside the hotel. I met up with Nick, who just smiled and gave me a side-hug.
"You coming to lunch with us in a few?" he asks. He's always been nice to me. I really appreciate that.
"Huh?" Of course, I sound stupid, as usual. Demi, you're a dumb fuck. You should just duct tape your mouth shut and lock yourself in a dark closet. God forbid you see the light of day.
"Yeah, everyone's meeting up for lunch at 11:30. You should come, dem."
"I cant, Nick. I have a few things to work on, still. Also, Call my mom, call my sisters, sort out my luggage, take a nap, finish writing my new song.." I knew I was lying already. Lying to such a great guy. Who am I? Nick rolled his eyes.
"You're skipping lunch to go write a song?" Nick raises his eyebrow. He knew I was lying. I nod my head. "You can do all that later. Come hang out with us."
"No." I said firmly.
"Yes."
"NO, Nick!" I almost shouted. He didn't reply, but he just looked at me. Nick's not the kind of guy who liked to argue back, and if I didn't back down now, our relationship could end up being me walking on eggshells, trying not to crack them. I don't want to lose him. "I'm sorry. I just...okay fine, I'll go." I was quickly thinking of excuses, "I didn't mean to shout I just didn't wanna tell you that the real reason I didn't wanna go was because of your brother." I said, sounding so believeable. That was 10% of the reason, but he didn't need to know the 90%.
"Don't worry about it. He shouldn't be a bother." He nods. Yes! He believed me. Now how can I get passed this lunch? I didn't work out today! And I really DON'T want to see Joe. I dont want to eat in front of everyone, especially the very thin and athletic Ashley. I don't want to lose control and gobble food up and look like a pig. My anxiety is distracting me from the conversation. Pay attention, Demi! Shit.
"-and she'll leave by the time we get to Costa Rica. That way we should all go zip lining and you won't have to worry about her being there." Nick finished with a chuckle. I think he said something funny... so I just pretended to laugh in amusement. I hate myself.
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I arrived at the restaurant with security and showed up at the table full of about 8 people. It quieted down a little.
"Hey look, the groundhog saw it's shadow!" Luke said, laughing. I was not phased. What? Does he think he's funny? Ugh. "Oh c'mon, take a joke!" he smiled. I ignored him and took the last seat next to Nick.
"You were kind of late so we ordered the appetizers already." He told me. Everyone at the table were already engaging in their own conversation. And one make out session between two people were also taking place 2 feet away from me.
"Oh... Okay. That's fine." I fake a smile. I look down at my menu in search of the lowest calorie, meat-less entree I could find. A fancy dish full of salad and probably an extremely fattening dressing. 1 cup of shredded lettuce is about 6 calories, but what about the dressing?! Shit. Can I order it without dressi--
"Demi."

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SORRY! Youtube has a stupid character limit for d-boxes. -__-
here's part 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ao98hDamNG0

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