Pill Popper {Book One}

Pill Popper { Seven }

{Chapter Seven}

      "BYE ZANE." I said to him as he walked out of my apartment. He waved me a goodbye before turning around and walking down the stairs to the lobby, and I shut the door. I couldn't help but grin as I leaned against the door, a small smile lingering on my lips.

     Zane... he was a really nice guy. I was really starting to like him. I mean... I really like him. I know that I've only known him for a few short weeks, but he is just so nice to me and when I talk he actually listens to me. And he always walks me to my classes and he is just so great to me. One of my favorite things is when I catch him looking at me.

      I find myself thinking about him when I don't even mean to. Wondering if he feels the same. Does he? I mean, we have only really known each other for a little while. Maybe I am just getting to attached because he is the only one who is really nice to me. He is just a really good guy.

      I walk into my bedroom, looking for my bottle of heaven that'll take me away from reality, but when I looked on my bed, they were gone.

      "What the hell?" I said aloud. "Where'd they go?" They were on my bed, weren't they?

      I figured that I had maybe placed them in my nightstand drawer on accident, and yet again, they were not there. 

      Not a pill bottle in sight.

      I groaned in frustration. How do you lose a stupid pill bottle? I literally just sat them on my bed. It's not like anyone could have taken them. Mikey is at work, and Zane wouldn't know to take them.

      Or... did he?

      I didn't want to believe it, but that's the only other explanation! He was the only one here to have taken them. But how would he have known to take them?

      He's really good at watching you, Sammy. He could know.

      I tried to push those thoughts away. It wouldn't hurt to look, would it? Maybe I did misplace them. I am the first one to say that I am not the brightest crayon in the box. The first place I went to was the bathroom to look in the medicine cabinet. Nothing.

      I became frustrated, and I kicked the garbage can. And would you imagine that when I looked down I saw the pill bottle that I was desperately searching for and I gasped. I found them! Quickly, I snatched the bottle from the ground.

      And it was empty.

      If looks could kill. I became so angry. I knew it was Zane,this bottle was filled when I left it.

      I was pissed. He has no reason to get into my business! He just met me. He should have just left it alone. This does not concern him.

      I picked up the garbage and placed the now empty pill bottle at the very bottom, so Mikey would not see when he came home. I was shaking I was so angry. Zane took away my happy. Why would he do that?

      Just before I could pull out my phone to call him, it began to rang. I hastily pulled it out, hoping it was Zane ready to admit his guilt. But it wasn't Zane, it was Mikey.

      "Hello?" 

      "Sammy?" 

      "Yes Mikey?"

      "I just wanted to call and check on you. You okay?" He seemed concerned, though I don't know why. He saw me a few hours ago and I was alive and well.

      I guess you worry when you live your pill head sister alone for a few hours.

      "Yes Mikey." I sighed. "I'm fine." Of course I was not fine. But I couldn't tell my brother that.

      "Okay, I am on my way home. Need me to stop and get you anything?"

      Pills.

      "No thank you."

      "Okay. I love you."

      "Love you, too, Mikey."

      Click.

      I glanced at the clock and it was 8:23 pm. Not to early for bed, and sleep would be my only escape from this horrible reality. I had calmed myself for right now, but when I see Zane tomorrow, he'll know how angry I am.

      Sighing, I slipped into my pajamas and crawled in my bed. I craved a long, dreamless sleep. And that's exactly what I fell into.