Incase (A Demi Lovato Fanfic)

ChapterThirteen

Idek if this is a good chapter, it escalated quite quickly. So really it's a test para. Comment you thoughts etc on this. If you don't like the plot I can change it. This idea for this paragraph was of a friend of mine. 

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Miyahs POV.

Since last night Demi has not taken her eye off me. I took it out on Demi. But in reality she was just trying to help. She cares. She knows how it feels. 

BRRRRINNNNNNNNGGGGGG

The bell snapped me out of my day dream. I looked around, focusing. I picked up my bag and quickly walked to English; trying to stay out of Carly, Amy and Leah's way. Before I reached it to English all three of them stepped infront of me. Abruptly I stopped. 

"Still alive then are we?" Amy pushed me backwards.

"Why haven't you killed yourself yet?" Leah giggled.

"Yeah, no one likes you Miyah." Carly joined in, pushing me back further.

All three of them surrounded me. 

"We know you told on us." Carly growled. "We don't like a tell tale."

They began pushing me back and forth from each other. Then Amy stuck out her leg sending me tumbling to the floor. Leah picked up my bag and emptied it out on the floor. I bit my lip hard. My blade fell out and skidded across next to me. They all stared at me. Grabbing me and my stuff they dragged me to the toilets. 

"Ooh. Whats the purdy blade for?" Leah questioned.

I didn't dare look at any of them; huddled in the corner for protection.

Amy walked over to me and pulled my arms out. I fought against them but it was hopeless. They were all involved now. Tugging at my sleeves. There my bare arms stood. They gasped. Scars and cuts scattered both arms. 

Throwing my stuff at me they giggled and turned to walk away.

"Next time you cut; cut deeper emo." Carly smirked.

I huddled my legs even closer to my chest and buried my face deep into them. I sobbed quietly into my knees. I didn't even hear the toilet door open. I looked up to see Miss Peters slowly approaching me.

"Miyah. Are you ok?" Her gaze instantly went to my arms. 

Quickly I rolled down my sleeves and wiped away my tears. Scooping everything into my bag I stood up. 

"I'm fine." I smiled.

"I don't think you are. Follow me." She grabbed my hand.

I followed her and sat outside Mr Beeds' office. About ten minutes later Demi arrived and we went home together.

"Miyah, what happened?" She asked, concerned.

I explained the whole story too her. We ate dinner together. I actually ate because I knew this would be our last meal together. I smiled and kissed her goodnight. At 10pm I went up to my room and placed my spare blade in my jean pockets. I got my notepad and pen and began to write.

Demi. 

Thankyou for taking me in. Thankyou for saving me from my old home and caring for me. I know we've only had a few weeks but something wants me to go. I have nothing to really live for. You don't need me taking up your life. Everything is too much now. I can't take it.