Save Me from Myself

Chapter 23

Cali's POV

"Cali? Cali, are you okay?" Joey asked, poking my side.

I was face down on the concrete, and I groaned loudly. "Rule number 3, never touch the hips." I mumbled.

"Oh shit sorry Cal. But you were kind of asleep on the floor so I got worried.

"Nah I'm good. But to be honest my chest hurts..." I groaned again.

Joey sighed loudly, "Girl I don't want to know what's going on with your chest. Let's go see Layla, she's in a pissy mood so beware."

I groaned again and he helped me up. He snorted when he saw my face. "Cal, you look very hungover."

"Thanks. Not hungover though. Let's go, or you're gonna have to deal with two pissy girls."

He laughed a little, "I'm gay, I don't know why I'm even dealing with one."

"Shut up stupid." I said, laughing extremely hard. He smiled and we walked to Layla's room.

We walked in, and Layla was having one of her famous meltdowns.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM BEFORE I RIP YOU APART." She screamed, not looking up from her bed. She was sobbing very loudly.

Joey, being the idiot that he is, made a joke. "You already beat me up with a lamp, now you're gonna rip me apart?"

She laughed a little, looked up and wiped her eyes. "It was one time Joey..." she mumbled.

We all laughed and Layla hugged us. "Sorry guys. Didn't mean to threaten you.. again..."

I smiled, "Its okay. What's wrong?"

She smiled sadly, "Want me to make a list? Or just put it simply?"

"Simply please." Joey answered.

She sighed and wiped her eyes again, "Everything.." and she laid back down on her bed. She hugged her pillow and screamed more.

Joey and i walked over to her bed and he patted her head. "I'm sorry, but you'll be okay again."

"Who said that i was ever okay?" She asked.

I remembered my dream from the night before and i shivered. Their conversation sounded a lot like me and Addy's in the dream.

I hugged Layla and laid down next to her. Joey grabbed her hand and sat down next to us.

We all sighed and sat in silence.

"What pushed you over the edge, Cali?" Layla asked. She was asking about my attempt.. she never does that.

"A lot of things i guess. When you're as depressed as i was, it doesn't take much. Just a little tap, and... You know. For me it was my mom." I thought about a bit more, and i said, "Nevermind. I've always blamed my mom, but it was me. I pushed myself over the edge. I was the one that cut myself hundreds of times. I was the one that shoved those pills down my throat. My mom might have caused it, but in the end, it was me."

Layla looked at the floor,"This is why I'm the one that does that pep talks..."

I mentally punched myself. Stupid Cali."Oh crap, sorry Layla. I've never been good at pep talks."

She laughed, "Yeah, I've noticed... well I'm not the bulimic one in here and if i don't eat I'm gonna be more bitchy than usual."

We all laughed again and me and Joey helped Layla up. We walked into the caffetteria, and they ate their toast happily.

"Toast?" Layla said, offering me a piece of the bread.

"Nah no thanks. Not hungry." I answered.

She sighed, "You're never hungry.."

Never hungry? That's bull. Its not that I'm not hungry, Its just that I'm not ready. Someday maybe i will be. But that day is not today..

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Not really a very eventful chapter, but i hope its okay. Thanks for reading!!!
♡♡Christal