Chapter 46

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Demi's POV

Flashbacks from years ago started playing in my head as I gripped the antidepressants in my hand. How could I let this happen to my daughter? How could I have not seen the signs?

Opening the cap, I angrily spilled all the continents into the toilet. I flushed and watched all the pills swirl down the drain. I dropped the container in the trash, then walked out of the bathroom.

Breathe. This isn't your fault. You couldn't have known.

Yes you could've.

"Shut up." I mumbled out loud, trying to block out the voices.

I scanned the room, trying to get my thoughts together. I need to get clothes for me and clothes for Annie. Okay.

I walked into my closet and grabbed a bag, and then began stuffing it with overnight clothes and clothes for tomorrow.

I zipped it up and carried it out my bedroom door with and sat it by the stairs before I scurried into Annie's room. I grabbed a bag from beside her closet and scanned her room. She's in a hospital gown and I'm not sure if they'll let her change. Being on the careful side, I threw in some sweats and a crew neck that was bundled up on the floor.

I zipped it up, grabbed her phone and her charger, then headed towards the stairs. I retrieved my bag and slung it over my shoulder, then bounded down the steps.

I ran through the list of things I needed to get through my head and when I finally decided that I didn't forget anything, I locked the door and then walked to the car. I opened the backseat and threw both of our bags in the back, then slid in the drivers seat.

Before I reversed out of the driveway, I checked my phone once more to make sure no one from the hospital called me saying there was an emergency about Annie. I know the doctors said that sense they pumped her stomach she should be fine, but it worries me seeing her hooked up to several types of machines.

I took a deep breath and then pulled out of the driveway.

I was halfway to the hospital when I remembered I forgot to pack Wilmer a bag.

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I walked into Annie's hospital room and saw Marissa passed out on the couch, and Wilmer and Annie napping together on the bed. It was way to adorable to pass up, so I hurriedly brought up my phone and snapped a picture.

Deciding against waking any one up, I took a seat next to Marissa's curled up legs on the couch. I knew everyone must be exhausted because of the minimum sleep we've gotten in the past 48 hours. Actually, if anyone, besides Annie, should be exhausted it would be me. I've worried myself sick, I haven't gotten more than three hours of sleep, and my baby is laying in a hospital bed.

I unlocked my phone and clicked on the Twitter app. I haven't been on in forever. So many fans have been tweeting me about Annie, including E! News, Entertainment tonight, etc. wishing Annie to get better for whatever reason she's in the hospital for.

Paparazzi were lined up outside the second day, snapping pictures of me, Wilmer, my mom, and Marissa. Of course Madison hasn't been back sense the incident, and I don't want her too. I know she was just scared and in shock, but she had NO right to say the things she did.

I guess I should clear the rumors a little so I tweeted, "Thank you for everyone who has tweeted me & @annielovato wishing her to get better. She's awake and doing well now, so hopefully we'll be home soon! 💗🙏"

Of course I'm not going to say why she's in the hospital. The media would just love to know that a former crack heads' daughter overdressed. I'm sure there's a good reason. I'm not letting myself believe that she tried killing herself until I hear it from her. I literally won't even think about it.

I clicked out of Twitter and opened Instagram instead. I went through some of the pictures on my camera roll to see if there were any I could post. I decided to post the one of Annie and I laying in her hospital bed sleeping, which Wilmer secretly took, and put a cute filter on it. I captioned, "I'm so proud of my strong baby girl @annielovato. I only pray you continue to heal and grow stronger. I can't wait until we can sleep in our own beds again. I love you to the moon and back princess 💗👑"

Marissa stirred in her sleep and I looked over as she sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Hey."

"Hey." I smiled back, locking my phone.

"I'm starving." She complained.

"I am too." I pouted. "I should've picked something up on the way back."

"Yeah," Marissa agreed, "You should've."

"I'll wait for them to wake up and see what they want and then I'll get something." I decided.

"Sounds good." Marissa agreed.

I sighed and then eyed the bags sitting on the opposite side of the room. "I packed Annie's clothes just in case they let her change out of the gown early and I brought discharge clothes."

"Good idea." She said, stretching her limbs out. "I'm absolutely freezing."

I'm cold myself, but I have leggings and a sweatshirt on. Marissa just has short leggings and a t-shirt.

"I packed Annie a crew neck. You wanna wear it?"

"Yes!" She said, way to excited for this sweatshirt.

I slightly laughed and crossed the room to Annie's bag. I unzipped it and then pulled out her crew neck, tossing it to Marissa.

"This is Madison's." She said, examining it.

"No?" I shook my head, "It's Annie's."

I would know that crew neck anywhere. She wears it all the time. Plus, I bought it.

"No, like last week when I was at your house I found it in Annie's bathroom with blood all over it. Madison said it was hers she was penny boarding with it and she fell on top of it and got blood all over. She even had the scrape on her knee."

I got sick to my stomach as my pulse began to rapidly beat in my ears. Oh no.

"Marissa, it's Annie's. T-they lied."

She looked down at the sweatshirt in her hands and twisted it inside out. Sure enough, there was a huge stain on it where blood once was.

"M-maybe Madison borrowed it and that happened." Marissa suggested.

"No." I gulped. "She was wearing it when I left that day."

Before Marissa could say anything, I heard Annie yawn and then wake up. It took her a minute to register what was going on, but when she did, her eyes fell on the sweatshirt and all the color drained from her face.

What is Annie hiding from me?

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