I'm just hoping you guys can really *picture* the story happening in your mind .. lol...or else what I'm writing wouldn't exactly make sense if ya know what i mean.. hehe... I dunno....sorry :P enjoyyy!
THIS CHARACTER LIMIT FOR D-BOXES IS HORRIBLE. I HATE SPLITTING MY STORIES IN HALF LOL
October 22, 1 PM
Ever since I got back to my hotel room from the restaurant, I've spent the past(AN: or passed? I always mix up passed/past) 30 minutes bent over the toilet. I was scared. Scared of everything. Scared of tonight's party, scared of looking bad, scared for doing this to myself, scared of the things I can't control, scared of not knowing the numbers. Scared of the people I stand in front of. I wipe my mouth and just lay on the floor. The nice cold tile floor. I didn't care anymore. I'm just so tired. Empty stomach, empty mind.. right? Wrong.
I woke up at 4PM and found myself on my tour bus bunk. Scared, I automatically sit up and run to the front where I met up with my guitarist who was playing uno with the drummer.
"Uhh Mike where are we going? How did I get on the bus.."
"A fire started in the kitchen and everyone had to evacuate the hotel. It wasn't even a bad fire, but we still had to leave. Everyone was outside, then, we realized we couldn't find you. We forced someone to look for you, so, Security had to break open your door just to get you. They found you passed out in the bathroom. Carried you here. Now we're on our way to a new hotel."
"Oh." I said in almost a whisper. I turned around and headed back to my bunk to avoid coming up with an explanation as to why I was passed out in the bathroom. Pulling out my iphone4, I texted Shorty. "Hey, what time's the party tonight?" Send. I waited. waited. waited. waited. New Message. "It's at 8 :) " "Cant wait:D" I replied. I really couldn't.
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(5PM) This new hotel is HORRIBLE! I mean it's not bad, but there is absolutely NO where to run. There's just a giant parking lot full of cars, and then a highway. And if I don't work out soon, I think I'm going to literally explode. I explore the hallway and I suppose that my only hope left is to go running up and down the stairs. I'm not very fond of stairs, but it's better than nothing. I'm so dizzy, but I must burn those calories.
"Hey Demi wait up!" I hear a voice behind me. I stop and turn around. The room was spinning. "Hey! You're like.. walking at the speed of light.." he laughed.
"Oh..well..I stopped now." I said in a what-could-you-POSSIBLY-want voice. Which he deserved. I'm tired of everyone only talking to me when no one's around.
"Just wanted to talk to you.." Joe's eyes were fixated on me as he became a little serious, then leaned against the wall. I only became lightheaded and avoided eye contact.
"Okay but hurry....I need to find a place to work out before the party tonight." I said, shifting my weight between my left and right foot.
"Are you okay? You seem uneasy."
"Yes, just fine"
"You should take a break. You always work out." He suggested. I lowered my eyebrows and just didn't respond. Not because I was angry, but because I didn't know what to say. I mean, what could I possibly say? DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT CONTROLS ME? I NEEEEEEEED TO DO THIS. No, I can't say that. Whether I respond to him or not, i'll still end up looking like a bitch. Of course, Demi is the bad guy. I walk away and enter the stairwell a few feet away. I don't need to talk to him anymore. I run down the first flight of stairs, which was about 25 stairs, until i trip on the last step and just land on the floor. I can't determine whether my fall was from my clumbsiness or the vertigo I've been feeling from being so dizzy all day. I just crawl back up and sit on the bottom step and lean my head against the railing.
"I can't handle this." I whimper to myself. I look up and notice a small light from the door I just came in though, seeing that Joe was there. He followed me and watched my embarrassing fall. His eyes looked at me with an emotion I couldn't distinguish. Then he turned around and walked away. Back into the hallway. Back out of my life. Nothing new. I don't care.
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Demi Lovato's Story ►StaySrong {♥}by xXLoveMyDreamXx5,175 views
it was supposed to be past. haha. past is like time and passed is when you physically passed something. hope that helps.
loving the story, it's very original!!
indiansk8er12 6 months ago
@indiansk8er12 Haha I know, but I got confused because that sentence seemed like either one could work. i'd also get confused with the sentence "so much time has passed/past"?? ugh. ahaha Thank you for answering, though :) and thanks for reading! <3
JemixShanie 6 months ago