You're Not My Sister - Demi Lovato

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Demi's PoV

Silence.

That was all that was coming from her room.

She had stormed out of my room and locked herself in there.

It had been twenty minutes, twenty minutes too long.

"Dad! You have to kick the door down she's not opening." I told him as I stepped back.

He rammed the door a few times before the lock snapped.

When the lock snapped I snapped, everything stopped, time stood still.

I couldn't breathe.

My baby sister.

How could she do that to herself?

"Call 911." my mom yelled as she held my sister in her arms.

My dad did it, I couldn't breathe.

She was covered in blood, her own blood.

Broken little girl.

It broke my heart.

She was so fragile, lay limp in our mothers arms.

She wasn't moving, her skin a slight white colour with a blue tint to her lips.

Her hands were covered in blood. It looked like she had committed mass murder.

She had in a way, but on herself.

The ambulance arrived.

I watched as they pumped her chest and connected her to machines.

She had wires all over her.

I hadn't moved from the floor, too shaken to even lift my hand to wipe my eyes.

They wheeled her past me out of the house.

"I love you." I whispered barely audible.

My mom knelt down inform of me and wiped my eyes.

"Stay strong for her okay? Come on we're going to follow the ambulance, okay?" She told me the plan.

I wasn't in control of my limbs, my mom practically dragged me to her car.

The hospital was no better.

We had to wait outside.

No visitors until she was stable.

She was alive though.

I sat there, staring at the same patch of wall for hours, just thinking.

Was it my fault?

She was living with me. I didn't go in there sooner, none of us did.

She was angry, I just wanted her to calm down first.

I didn't think she'd do something like this.