Rebuilding Zerrie

Suicide

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

She was lighter than I expected. She had lost weight since I first saw her. I carried her to Niall's car after she had tripped on a rock and landed on her shoulder. She must have passed out from the pain because I had noticed she already had a bruise from the time I saw her topless with Harry yesterday.

Her head was resting on Louis' shoulder as we drove to her house to drop her off and pick up Kiefer. A good guy, that one. I was pleased as well to see that Louis was adjusting well with the girl.

I got off the front seat and carried her bridal style to her bedroom. Kiefer seems concerned and worried but he didn't ask any questions. Not to me, at least. Liam and Harry were already waiting for us when we arrived at the Modest building. Luckily, Castle wasn't with us today. Unfortunately, she wasn't with us because she was working on the lawsuit.

We got in the mini van and Harry and Louis made their way to sit on either side of me. "I came up with a brill idea that just might work," Harry whispered excitedly.

"WE came up with a brill idea," Louis corrected loudly, not even trying to whisper anymore. "I helped."

Harry ignored him completely. "For the lawsuit," he said, "Instead of letting Castle fight for us, we should fight against Castle."

But how? I pointed out in case he'd forgotten, "But Castle is my lawyer--"

"Which is why we're getting a new lawyer," Louis said, "A better one." Who? The guys sitting in front of my turned around and gave me the biggest grin anyone could ever give a person. It actually pierced my eyesight.

"Meeeeeee!" Kiefer squealed.

DAY 10

KLOE'S P.O.V.

There were voices surrounding me but I didn't feel like opening my eyes to see who they were. I heard a shuffling of feet and only when the grip loosened slightly when I realized that it was there. On my hand. My eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The voices were distinct enough.

"Are they mad?" It sounded like Niall but I wasn't too sure. The voice was loud as if it were near me.

"Not really." I suspected this one was Liam and judging by the distant sound of his voice and the closing of the door, he had just arrived. "They were surprisingly understanding."

"Castle went mental!" This one was deeper. Immediately, I thought Harry. "She's still furious about us getting a lawyer against her." His voice was getting closer but he still whispered, not knowing that I could hear him. "This is her?" He asked. Who else would it be? "I liked it better when she was wearing El's clothes."

"And I liked it better when you looked like a lesbian librarian," I said, smiling back at him and blinking my eyes to focus on the people surrounding me. Zayn was on my left with his ankle on his knee as of he'd been waiting there for a long time. Harry was on my right, next to Niall who was holding my hand, tighter now that he knew I was awake.

My brother stood up from the couch a few feet away from my bed. But there wasn't a couch in my bedroom. That was when I realized that I wasn't. I was in a hospital room. My smile faded when Kiefer appeared at the foot of my bed, wide-eyed. I groaned, "Please, go away!" I tried to lift my hands to my face to muffle my screams but the sudden jolt of pain seared through my entire body.

Niall hadn't let go of my hand so I wouldn't strain my shoulder which now had a cast bandaged all over it. Not everything came all at once. Just flashes. I remembered seeing my brother after showering and seeing Maegan on the floor, passed out. After that, nothing.

The doctor came in with a clipboard in hand. "Ah, yet another Miss Sutherland," he said. What did he mean by that? Did he know my sisters? Did they visit? I started thrashing on the hospital bed, flailing my hand and releasing Niall's clasp on it with much force and pain on my shoulder.

"Are my sisters here?" I almost yelled at him. "How do you know them?" Tears welled up my eyes, thinking about all the possibilities. "Where are they?" The others tried to calm me down, but I couldn't. "Are they alright?"

"Miss Sutherland, it's best if you rest for--"

"Just tell me!" I shrieked, punching the mattress with my fist as my legs were tangled in the sheets. He cleared his throat and looked at Kiefer. My brother nodded with pursed lips.

The doctor sighed. "Very well," he nodded, "The eldest Miss Sutherland, Spring, had a serious outbreak of psoriasis and a rapid weakening of her immune system. I know nothing more."

I waited for more. Another answer. There was something he wasn't telling me.

He went on. "And the one closest to your age, Maegan," he paused before breaking the horrible news, "Swallowed a handful of pills and is now at the ICU for overdose on drugs." I sucked in my breath and pretended I wasn't alive. That this wasn't real. "It was an apparent suicide attempt."

On the corner of my eye, Zayn was eyeing me apologetically. Only barely did I hear my brother whisper my name. I almost didn't notice Niall slip his hand into mine again. None of that mattered. Nothing they did could make this situation any better. Nothing at all.

Suicide was such a confusing word. Why would anyone want to take away their own life? While others struggle to survive, others abuse their lives people would want to have more than anything. But, I would never know what exactly what was going through Maegan's head when she swallowed those pills.

For once, I would never understand.