CHARLIE'S POV
"Charlie, eat. Now." Mom said sternly as our whole family was sitting at the table for breakfast since Demi and I leave for LA tomorrow.
"No." I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.
"Charlotte Jade De La Garza!" Dad said before he put his fork down and wiped his face with a napkin.
"What?" I looked him in the eyes.
"Listen to your Mother and eat." He stared back at me.
"How about you listen when I say that I don't want to eat?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I then got up, grabbing the plate of untouched food, and emptied it into the trash.
"Charlotte!" Mom and Dad shouted at the same time.
"Fuck off!" I shouted back before I ran upstairs. I entered my room, immediately shutting the door and locking it.
- TRIGGER WARNING -
I went into my bathroom and locked that door also. I grabbed the blade from under my sink and twirled it around in my fingers. It wasn't as sharp as it used to be. I made a mental note to get a new blade soon.
I pressed the blade against my arm and dragged it, making different sized cuts. Some long and some short, some going vertical and others going horizontal. After several cuts I put the blade back under the sink and stood up.
'Good girl.'
I turned on the faucet and ran water over my fresh cuts. After a minute or two I turned off the water and pressed a black towel against my arm to try and control the bleeding since it wasn't stopping. I didn't cut too deep to where I needed stitches, but it definitely was deep enough for a lot of bleeding. I sat down on my bathroom floor, feeling lightheaded as I pressed firmly on my arm.
- TRIGGER WARNING OVER -
About thirty minutes later, the bleeding finally stopped. I grabbed the first aid kit from one of the cabinets and wrapped bandages around my arm. Once I was finished, I rolled down the sleeves of my hoodie and went back into my bedroom.
Before I laid down on my bed, there was a knock. I sighed as I went to the door and unlocked it. I plopped down on my bed as the person entered.
"What the fuck was that downstairs?!" Demi's voice exclaimed as she opened my door.
"It was nothing. Why does it matter?" I replied, looking away from her.
"Nothing? Nothing?!" Demi shouted. "It was disrespectful!"
"I don't fucking care." I plugged my phone into my charger and faced her.
"Charlotte. I don't know what's up with your attitude today, but it has to stop." Demi had a look of anger on her face.
"Listen here, Demetria." I started saying. "I have no fucking attitude. All I said is that I didn't want to eat. Last I checked, there was nothing wrong with that."
"Nothing wrong with that?" Demi scoffed. "You need to eat! It's dangerous what you're doing!" Demi spoke loudly.
"Since when did you care?" I questioned. "You didn't even care to notice the signs for two years."
"We weren't even talking to each other! You hated me!"
"You could've made an effort! But guess what? You didn't." I spoke through gritted teeth. Demi took a deep breath before speaking.
"You're right, I could've." Demi replied. "You obviously were better off when I didn't make an effort." Demi said as she opened my bedroom door. "I'm taking Maddie to LA with me instead." She then walked out of my room and slammed my door.
It felt like my heart broke into a million pieces. My sister, who knows all my secrets, is giving up on me this easily. I could see it from everyone else. But from Demi? I never seen it coming. I paced around my room as I let out a choked sob and tried to inhale air.
'Your own sister doesn't even care about you. She doesn't even love you. End it now.'
- TRIGGER WARNING -
I rushed into my bathroom, found one of my fresh razors, and broke it. I grabbed the blade from it and went out of the bathroom, gripping onto the blade. I sat on my bed and rolled up the sleeves of my hoodie. I proceeded to drag the thin piece of metal across my arm that didn't have the bandage on it, creating more cuts than earlier. I was interrupted from my trance from the sound of my bedroom door opening.
- TRIGGER WARNING OVER -
"Charlie!" Someone's voice panicked. They came over and snatched the blade out of my hand. I didn't look at the person and looked at the ground. They made me look at them and I saw it was Dallas. "Why?"
"Because.." I spoke quietly.
"That isn't an answer." Dallas looked worried as she sat on my bed and pulled me into her embrace.
"S-She hates me, Dally!" I cried out, not being able to hold anything inside me anymore.
"Who hates you?" Dallas questioned.
"D-Demi.." I closed my eyes as more tears came pouring out.
"What makes you think that?" Dallas asked as she looked down at me.
"W-We got in a fight about me not eating and I said that she didn't bother to n-notice the signs for two years.." I started telling Dallas the story of what happened. "S-She replied back saying that we weren't talking because I hated her t-then.. and so I got upset and told her she could've made an e-effort.." I let out a shaky breath.
"Keep going, bug." Dallas spoke soothingly as she wiped away some of my tears.
"S-She fought back saying that I was right and that she could've.." I inhaled as I closed my eyes, still hurt by the fact Demi gave up on me so easily. "S-She said I was better off w-when she didn't make an effort.. s-she then told me she's bringing M-Maddie to LA with her instead before slamming my d-door." I whimpered as I pulled my knees up and held them close to my chest.
"Charlie.." Dallas had a look of different emotions. I saw sympathy and anger. "You're both in the wrong here.. Demi cares about you and she was upset when you didn't eat."
"Y-You don't understand, Dallas!" I sobbed.
"I'll be right back, baby girl. Okay?" Dallas told me before she got up and left my room.
'There goes another person leaving you.'
I sighed as I got up off my bed. I went to go put my blade away and washed my other arm in my bathroom. After washing my arm, I bandaged it up similar to the way I did my opposite arm. I then proceeded to exit my bathroom and laid down on my bed.
I looked at the time and it was only 11:37 AM. I let out a shaky breath as I curled up into the fetal position on my bed before sleep overtook me.
DEMI'S POV
I was sitting on my bed, regretting everything I said to Charlie before someone interrupted my thoughts. I quickly wiped away some tears.
"What the fuck, Demetria!" Dallas barged into my room.
"What?" I questioned quietly as my eyes met her gaze.
"Why did you say that to Charlie?!"
"I didn't mean to! It just slipped!" I exclaimed.
"You need to control what you say in certain moments. You hurt her, Demi." Dallas sighed.
"How bad did I hurt her?" I questioned, worry lacing my voice.
"You really want to know?" Dallas asked angrily. "I walked in on her slitting her wrists for fuck sakes!" She threw her hands in the air. Well, that's a way to be blunt.
"Where is she?" I immediately asked. "I want to talk to her and apologize."
"She's in her room." Dallas toned down the anger in her voice. I nodded as I got up and then went towards her room.
I knocked on Charlie's door and opened it when she didn't answer right away. When I walked in, I saw that she was asleep and in the fetal position. To say my heart broke into a million pieces would be an understatement. I slowly went to her bed and sat down next to her. I pushed some hair out of her face and saw that there were tear stains on her face.
"I'm so sorry, baby girl." I whispered as I looked down at Charlie. She then began to stir.
"Demi?" Charlie spoke quietly as she looked at me. "Why are you in here?"
"I wanted to talk to you." I told her.
"If it's about me not eating.." Charlie started saying but I cut her off.
"It's not about that. At least not right now."
CHARLIE'S POV
"Then what do you want to talk about?" I sat up in my bed.
"I wanted to apologize about what I said earlier. What I said wasn't necessary and it was way out of line. I'm so sorry, baby girl." Demi apologized and it looked like she was about to cry.
"Don't cry, Dem Dem." I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her neck to hug her. "I forgive you." I reassured her. Did I really forgive her? I don't know if I can fully trust her. The pain I felt when she exited my room earlier was the same pain I felt four years ago when Demi said she hated me.
- Flashback -
"Dem Dem!" My 10 year old self cried as I ran into Demi's room.
"What do you want?!" Demi turned around and shouted at me. It looked like she had been crying for several hours.
"C-Can I sleep with you? I-I had a nightmare.." I stuttered out.
"No, you can't." Her voice was mean.
"But, Dem Dem.."
"I said no! I hate you! Go back to your room!" She yelled and threw a picture frame that held a picture of her and Wilmer. That picture hit the wall right next to me. I ran out, careful not to step on the shattered glass and went into Maddie's room.
- Flashback Over-
"Do you still want to go with me to LA?" Demi asked as we broke from our hug. I nodded which caused a small smile to form on Demi's face.
"Are we still leaving tomorrow?" I stood up as I grabbed my phone from my charger.
"Yes, we are." Demi answered.
I turned on my phone to look at the time and saw it was 12:26 PM. I also saw the usual messages from Trent and all of them. I sighed as I turned off my phone.
"Are you okay, Charlie?" Demi looked worried.
"I'm fine." I told her. "I was wondering if we could go visit some places today. I want to go before we leave for LA."
"Of course." Demi agreed. "On one condition."
"What is it?" I raised an eyebrow.
"You have to eat some dinner and not purge." Demi tried bribing me.
"Fine." I reluctantly agreed. I needed to visit her before we leave for LA.
A/N: Who do you think Charlie needs to visit?