Welcome To Hell, I Meant School.

Warped Tour

Devin's POV

The rest of March was uneventful which made me more nervous. Liam was planning something, something big. The divide between Chris and me slowly grew. Liam indirectly put pressure on our relationship. Chris would lose his temper with me at times because I would be too afraid to do something. He was busy constantly with the band and I didn't fit into the equation at times. It was something that I saw coming and knew would happen eventually, but it still hurt. I loved Chris. I love him so much it hurts. But, because I have issues, it's stressing him out. He's been understanding and helpful, but I guess he hit his breaking point. I have not seen him in four days. The band apparently had some thing up in New York and went immediately, with no good bye.

That hurt a little bit, especially when Ash was the one to tell me, not my own boyfriend. I've also not gotten one text from him either. I figured he was probably busy, but not even a text saying he was going away was really upsetting. Liam had not said a thing to me in several days, which worried me but also let me have some relief, at least for the moment.

"How's it going baby?" was said as an arm went around my shoulder. The arm and voice belonged to no other than Liam. I froze. "What? Cat got your tongue Darling?" He asked. "Leave. Me. Alone. Do I need to spell it out for you? I've moved multiple times to get away from you. I want NOTHING to do with you." I said with a collected voice, which was quite the opposite of how I currently felt.

"Oh you shouldn't have said that baby. No you have to suffer the consequences." He said with an evil glint in his eye.

"Touch me or my friends, or anyone I care about and I will end you." I said with false confidence.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Bitch, I'm not afraid of you. You are a fat bitch that I should have disposed of long ago, but I kept you around because you're my favorite."

Taking his arm off of me, I said, "Leave me alone. This time, I am going to file a police report."

"File a report, and one watch what happens. So I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Leave me alone." I said one last time before walking away.

Thank whatever it is I need to thank, that I was the end of the school day. Going home, I drank several cups of coffee before downing like 4 xanax pills. If there was anything I wanted right now, it was to be unconscious.

When the pills finally kicked in and I was out cold, and I was at peace for the time being.

Chris and the guys were away for almost two and a half weeks. In those two and a half weeks, I would come home from school, take like 5 Xanaxs and pass out. My grades still managed to be good despite my pill use. I also started talking half a pill in the morning, that way I would be calm for the day. Everyone started to notice the "change in behavior" that I had. Apparently I was "zoned out" most of the time and "zombie-like".

The only sleep I got was from taking a bunch of pills. If I didn't take the pills, I wouldn't sleep at all. I also stopped taking my other pills. The hallucinations I got, got more intense. Everything was falling apart in my hands and all I could do was watch. Food had lost all appeal once again. The one thing I would not let myself do was self-harm. No matter how much I wanted to, I wouldn't do it. If the urges got to strong, I would go to sleep.