Sabrina ; The next generation

Seventy-four

A day later, I was throwing up over and over again.

I was on the floor by the toilet and everything left my stomach which was odd, as I hadn't been able to eat today.

I had no appetite.

Mum was with me, rubbing my back with one hand, holding my hair back with the other.

"I know it sucks right now, baby, but I promise you it'll get better once you're through this." She told me and I cried and shook my head, then threw up again.

"I'm cold." I whispered and mum reached for some toilet paper, wiping my mouth for me before she flushed the toilet.

"Let's get you back in bed." She said softly, helping me to my feet and to my bed in my bedroom across the hallway.

It felt nice when my body hit the sheets. I shut my eyes and mum tucked me in, her voice soft as she talked to me, but I didn't make out one single word of it.

She brushed her hand over my sweaty forehead, and then left the room. She turned shortly after with a bucket she placed next to my bed, and a glass of water that she placed on my nightstand.

"Please mum." I whispered, looking up at her. "I need it to stop. I just need—"

"No." Mum shook her head. "I won't hear it, alright? Try and get some rest."

She leaned down and kissed my temple before leaving the room, shutting the door but not entirely.

I had fallen asleep when I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was night time and it was dark outside, but someone were still trying to get a hold of me.

I reached over, groaning at the piercing headache behind my forehead and I managed to get a hold of my phone.

I didn't see who it was but I answered the call and pressed it to my ear, squinting my eyes because of that annoying headache.

"Hello?"

"Breena."

I went completely still, staring up at the ceiling and then I let out a heavy breath.

"Omi."

"How are you feeling? Are you... are you okay?"

I sighed and then I teared up, rubbing my face with my hand.

"I want to die."

I heard her inhale.

"Don't say that." She said and I wiped a tear from my cheek. "Are you going through detox? Are you going to rehab?"

"I'm doing it at home. I don't want to stay in some facility. I've been throwing up all day."

"So you're clean? You've been clean since... since Friday?"

"Yes." I looked towards my clock on my nightstand.

It was one in the morning on Sunday.

"I'm sorry Omi." I said, feeling the tears return as my voice cracked. "I didn't mean a word of what I said."

"I know you didn't, Sabrina. Though that doesn't mean it hurt any less."

"I know. Fuck... I know." I took a deep breath. "Did you get home today?"

"Yeah. No, yeah I did. I wanted to call you the second I got my phone back from my grandmother when I stepped off the Hogwarts Express, but I— I don't know...I was scared you were still angry with me."

I rolled onto my side and pulled my duvet up to my chin, closing my eyes and imagining that she was right here next to me.

"I don't think I can do this." I whispered. "This entire thing scares the shit out of me, Omi. Maybe this is what I was meant to do with my life. Maybe I was supposed to end up like a fucking jungle who ends up overdosing at an age of eighteen because she wasn't strong enough to get out of it."

"Sabrina—" she said, and I could hear some shuffling on the other side of the line. "...don't say stuff like that."

I sighed.

"Can you come over?" I asked. "I know it's the middle of the night but I need you."

"Sure. Yeah, no I'll just get dressed. I'll be there in... let's say ten minutes?" She asked. "I'll see you in a moment."

She hung up the phone and I let it drop next to me as I took a deep breath. I pulled myself up to sit, reaching for my glass of water, but I didn't get to drink before I had to throw up again.

I barely had any time to bend over the edge of the bed, but I managed and I threw up into the black bucket that stood on the floor.

I didn't know how I could still be throwing up when I hadn't eaten anything for over twenty-four hours.

I pulled myself out of bed, pulling on a jumper over the t-shirt I was wearing, and then I made my way downstairs.

"Fucking hell." I groaned when I tripped over my own feet.

I stumbled into the wall and then pressed a hand to my stomach, before I seconds later threw up all over the floor.

"Oh c'mon..." I whimpered slightly and looked down at my puke before I heard footsteps.

Mia showed up in the doorway from the kitchen, and sighed.

"Why are you out of bed?"

"I—" I threw up again and Mia quickly stepped back. "...Eli! I might need your help out here!"

Then Eli showed up and I wanted to ask what they were doing here in the middle of the night but then I had to throw up again.

Though this time, Eli came rushing with a bucket and held it out to me. I grabbed onto it, throwing up again, and then Eli led me back upstairs.

"No... Omi's coming over." I muttered.

"And we'll let her in when she gets here." Eli said, leading me into my room. He helped me into bed, placed the bucket next to the other bucket, and then tucked me in like our mother had done hours earlier.

"Do you think I'm a horrible person, Eli?" I asked and he looked at me. He seemed to wonder about the question a little bit.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"I don't know. I stole from Naomi and I stole from Uncle Marco." I said, rolling onto my side. "I don't want to be a bad person."

"You're not a bad person, Sabrina. You've got an addiction that makes you do some fucked up shit but that doesn't make you a bad person. You just need some help."

He handed me the glass of water and I took a sip of water before he put it back down. He offered me a smile, then walked out of the bedroom again and I fell asleep rather quickly.

When I woke up again, it was when someone joined me on my bed, and I immediately knew who it was. I could make out the figure of Naomi as she laid next to me, facing me, and I automatically brought out a hand to cup her side.

"Hi." I whispered, brushing her skin with my thumb, and she offered me a warm smile that already made me feel a little better.

"Hi."