Me, You, and My Medication

Violet and Zayn have lived in the same duplex since they were babies. Zayn being popular would protect her in high school from bullies but now as high school ends. Where will they go? Who will protect Violet?

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9. Crap

Violet's POV:

***Flashback***

I walked outside and into the mini forest in my backyard, until I found the treehouse Zayn and I played in as children. I climbed up the ladder and placed my goodbye note in a loose board located in the floor. When Zayn and I were younger we would hide our candy and other valuable items there. Now Zayn hides his weed there. How exciting.

I've written so many goodbye notes in the past, but this time is different. Each one varies, I wrote one when I was six, ten, and now that I'm fifteen I've written another. From each note I have collected different components to make the final note. I'm actually going to own up to my thoughts and just leave this earth. 

Nobody was home like always and Zayn was out with his friends. I ran home to waste no time and chugged down a bottle of pills and wished for the best.
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Where am I? Am I dead? I'm so confused. I hear muffled voices.

"V?" I opened my eyes and Zayn's facial expression lit up.

"What did you just call me?" My eyes got adjusted to the brightness as I looked around the room. I'm in a hospital?

"I called you Violet then Vi..." His vision went towards my heart beat monitor.

"You haven't called me V since we were like babies" I grinned and turned to him. I can't understand why Zayn calling me a useless consonant made me so jittery.

"How do you feel?" He held on to my palm that had a needle through it.

"What happ--"

"I see the drama queen is awake!" I bolted up from laying down to find my mother bursting through the door of my room. 

"Ow! My stomach burns like hell!" I laid back down and waited for Zayn's response.

"What happened waaaas...." He trailed on 

"You went after Rob and seduced him! I can't believe you're my daughter! He's in jail because of you right now! Oh, but you're going to pay!" My mothers eyes were filled with rage. Images of Rob started coming back to my head. 

"No! He's the one that forced his hand down my clothes!" I met my eyes with my mom. "Zayn was there too!" I tried to keep my calm and not cry. I do not want Zayn to see me cry.

"You were wearing shorts!" 

"Does it really matter what I was wearing? Before that he hit me." My voice shook at the remembrance of his hands on me. Don't think about it, Violet.

"Security?" Zayn called out the door frame of my room.

"You're such a piece of shit and mistake in my life. I wish you would've died. Rob doesn't deserve this." My mom looked me up and down as she walked out of the door.

I covered my face with my hand full of tubes. I should have died. This reminds me of when I tried to disappear when I was fifteen.

"Violet, don't listen to her..." 

"Why couldn't I have died three years ago? You wouldn't have noticed until you decided to copy my homework. I didn't get close to Simone until the middle of tenth grade. My mom had just gotten with Rob. That was the perfect time for me to go!" I ranted on still covering my face as I held in my tears.

"Violet, I was actua--"

"It was so perfect! No one would have cared! My mom would've had a kid with Rob to replace me!" I continued.

"Vi..."

"You wouldn't have given two shits, since you were becoming the "bad boy" around that time, building up your rep--"

"V!" Zayn shouted and I stopped.

"You remember how I would sell those drugs..." He fiddled with his hands in his lap. "You're mom didn't have enough money for your medication... So I bought them with my saved money to save you!"

"So it's your fault I'm still here suffering?!?" I shouted at him. I'm so disgusted.

"No —well not exactly but— you wouldn't have made it. I paid for your anti-depressants and hospital bill..." Zayn ran his hand through his blonde streak in his hair.

"I'm so anti-depressed now!" I shouted sarcastically at him.

"I'm sorry for saving your life... Juliet!" Zayn hit up from his seat and left my room. He knew I hated being called Juliet. It only reminds me of bad school memories.

"I see my patient has finally woken up!" The doctor came into my room a bit too cheery for my liking.

"It's honestly not that exciting that I woke up." I tried to say that as nice as I could to my doctor.

"If being in a slight coma for two weeks and having Mr. Malik by your side twenty four seven isn't special then I'm sorry!" The doctor smiled.

"I was out for two weeks?!" My eyes widened.

"Yes and Mr. Malik never left your side." The doctor reminded me.

"Never?" 

"Only when the nurses and I would force him out to go shower!" He laughed.

"Oh..." I felt a bit bad about screaming at him. He spent all his money on me in the past and now he stayed with me when not even my own mother did.

"We just have to run a few tests on you and you're ready to run out this hospital for good!" 
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After I was done being tested and got my medicine I was ready to go. They nurses gave me a pink tracksuit. Not my style but it'll have to do. I don't think I'll be wearing shorts and a crop top to for a while.

I was about to call Simone on the pay phone, but then realized that she doesn't have her drivers license.

I hesitantly pressed the numbers to Zayn's phone number and waited for him to answer.

"Who's this?" He asked

"Come pick me up..." I told him and hung up. I didn't want to fight with him.

I walked around the hospital to find the entrance and Zayn was already there.

"How did you get here so fast?" I questioned him leaning against his grandfathers old truck.

"I never left, let's go" He got up from the truck and motioned for me to get on.

"Ow!" I held on to my stomach. I couldn't step up to get on the truck without feeling a piecing pain in my gut. "Zayn, can you help me?" My vision went to him sitting in the drivers seat.

"Go fuck yourself" He responded without looking at me. Greaaat.

I slowly lifted my leg to jump on and made it on.

"Crapcrapcrapcrap" I whispered to myself as I shut the door of the vehicle.

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