~Zoey's POV~
I went to lunch, grabbing my food and sitting down next to Marcus. Lynette and Branden were in front of us.
"What's wrong Zoey?" Lynette asked.
"Chanel." I said.
"She's been talking all bunch of bullshit to Zoey the whole day." Marcus said.
"I can't believe someone so rude would do that." Lynette said.
Then Chanel came over to us.
"Tired of me already?" Chanel asked.
"I have been since you got here." I said.
"You're gonna be stuck with me for a while. Prepare for it Zoey." She said.
"Are you done now?" I asked.
"You haven't touched your food. Eating disorder again?" She asked.
I got up, going to the bathroom. I really didn't need this. I sat in the stall with my head down. I just wanted to go home.
Then I got a text from Marcus.
Marcus: Where are you?
Then from Chanel.
Chanel: I'm just speaking the truth. Don't be mad at me because you're just psycho.
I stayed in the bathroom all through lunch. Once it ended I went to my last class for the day which I only had with Lynette.
I got through my last class for the day. I was glad. I went out to the car. Marcus was already waiting for me.
We both got in.
"Are you okay now?" Marcus asked.
"No." I said, turning on the car.
"Do you want me to come over?" He asked.
"I have stuff to do." I said.
I didn't have anything to do. I just wanted to be alone.
I dropped Marcus off at his house, he gave me a kiss and left.
I then drove to my house. I got inside, Delaney must've been with Dylan somewhere. I took a deep breath, going upstairs.
I went into my mom's room and opened her safe, taking her stash of Xanax out. I took 2 and put the rest back in her safe, locking it after.
I took the two pills with water, instantly feeling everything.
"Just act normal." I whispered as Delaney came in the door.
"Zoey I'm home!" Delaney said.
"Hey." I said.
"How was school?" She asked.
"It was good. How about you?" I asked.
"It was alright." She said.
I nodded, getting some water.
"Do you want anything to eat?" She asked.
"I already made something while you were gone." I said.
"Okay." She said.
"I gotta go do homework." I said, going upstairs.
I went into my room, locking it and started crying. I just fucking relapsed after 3 months.
I decided to lay in my bed and sleep. I was sweating, I was dizzy, I was just tired. I turned off my light and fell asleep right at 4 PM.
I woke up to my phone buzzing. Tasha.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi Zoey. How are you?" Tasha asked.
"I relapsed." I said.
"Oh no. That's not good. I thought they got everything out." She said.
"Not my mom's safe. I feel bad Tasha. I don't wanna be here." I said.
"Are you feeling like you need to be back here?" She asked.
"I think so." I said, crying.
"If you'd like we can tell everyone that you're coming to live with me for a bit or something, maybe like you need a break from all the stress and drama." She said.
"Yes please. Don't tell anyone any of this." I said.
"Can I pick you up tonight? I'm off work now." She said.
"Yeah. I'll go tell Delaney." I said.
"Okay." She said.
I hung up, forcing my tears to stop as I walked downstairs.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey. Why do you look so rough?" Delaney asked.
"Took a nap, room was hot. I'm gonna go live with Tasha for a little bit, I just need a break right now." I said.
"Okay." She said.
"I'll see you soon, I love you." I said, going upstairs.
I packed everything. My journal and my clothes.
Tasha was here and I put my bag in her trunk. I hugged Delaney goodbye and got in her car.
"I feel so shitty." I said.
"Hopefully this time it'll make you a lot better. How long are you wanting to stay?" Tasha asked.
"As long as it takes to get me 100% better." I said.
"Alright." She said.
I just wanted this to end.
