savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

9

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**Warning**

Sensitive and mature content in this chapter, please don't read if you're not comfortable with issues dealing with suicide.

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“You’re quiet today,” Zayn observes as I get my things for the next class. I had to wear more rubber bracelets than usual to fully cover up my secrets from last night.

“Didn’t get much sleep,” I mumble. I slam my locker shut and we head to the next class.

I stayed up all night. I drew, I cut even more, and I thought. I thought about my life, and if I wanted to deal with this any longer.

I made my decision, and I was going to stick with it.

“Earth to Callie,” Zayn snaps his fingers in front of my face. I blink and mumble an apology.

“Let’s uh, go,” I brush past him and head to class. He grabs onto my arm and stops me.

“Something’s wrong,” he says, looking at me seriously.

“What makes you think that?” I ask, a little sharper than intended.

“Well, first of all, you grabbed your English stuff, when we have History,” he points out, and I blush. "Second of all, you've barely said two words to me today,"

"I'm just really tired," I lie.

Zayn just stares at me.

"I don't believe you," he says. The bell rings, and I turn around and rush to class, Zayn following behind.

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// Zayn POV //

“So I’ll see you at 7, at your house,” I say, looking at Callie. We had made plans to study together at her house for the upcoming science test.

She nods and walks out of the school front doors without saying another word.

I head home to the family that I was staying with. They were nice people, but their daughter was a year younger than me, and she’s, well, a slut. She had already tried making moves on me.

“Hello Mrs. Brooks,” I say with a smile as I walk in. She smiles and asks how my day was, and we talk a little before I head upstairs to my room.

I flop onto my bed and pull out my laptop, starting on my homework.

After dinner, I have about an hour to kill before I have to go over to Callie’s, so I pull out my laptop and surf the web for a bit.

My mind drifted to Callie. Something was wrong, I could tell. She wasn’t acting the same way as when she did when I met her. The classmates seemed to be meaner to her, but as the new kid, I had no idea what the hell was going on.

I decided to visit Facebook, thinking it could give me some info. I had only friended a couple of people from school, but it was a small town, so generally, word got around fast.

The first post I saw on my news feed made me cringe.

Oh. This is what I’ve been missing out on.

It said, ‘I hope Callie Montgomery kills herself’, and was posted by some bitch I don’t even know why I friended.

I head over to Callie’s page and nearly faint at the sight of the horrendous things posted on her wall. Some of them were so bad, I think they could have the potential to go to jail for those.

Without hesitation, I grab my wallet, keys, and my phone and run out the door.

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// Callie POV //

This is perfect. My mother’s passed out drunk, and my brother’s out hanging with some guys he met, and Zayn wouldn’t be here for another 45 minutes. The timing is perfect.

I’m ready.

I make my way downstairs to the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. I take out every bottle I could find, empty them all out on the floor. I take a few of each and put them in one bottle and head back upstairs.

I gently close the door to my bedroom and lock it. Then I go into my bathroom, and I slide down the wall so I’m sitting on the cold tile. I take the piece of paper, reading it over and over again, before folding it and setting it down next to me. I pick up the bottle of medication and dump them out on the floor next to me, and I get up to fill the bottle with water. I pick up one and swallow it, the cool water following the pill down my throat.

After swallowing all the pills, I lean against the bathtub and stare at the wall. Slowly, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes finally pass before I feel the sensation. The drugs are starting to pull me down, and I welcome the feeling.

No regrets. This is what I have to do.

It felt like I was drowning. Slowly, but surely, I was slipping away, the real world blending with the darkness, and then I black out.

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// Zayn POV //

I arrive at Callie’s small house, and knock on the door. Nobody answers, so I try the door and it swings open.

“Hello?” I call. I step in and look to the right, where there’s a sitting room. I spot a woman, probably Callie’s mother, slouched out on the couch, and I rush over. I check her pulse and make sure she’s still breathing. She’s alive, thankfully.

I walk around slowly, taking in her house. There’s a family picture, one of her, her parents, her brother, and her sister, all smiling. The frame dusty, as if it hasn’t been touched in years.

I head up the stairs and open the first door to my right. It’s a girl’s room, but there’s a thick layer of dust on everything so I assume it’s her younger sister Danielle’s room.

I try the door next to it but it’s locked. Debating if I should break in or not, I decide to check the other rooms, in case this isn’t Callie’s.

I find a master bedroom and a boy’s room, posters of Call of Duty and Halo covering every inch of the walls. I go back out the locked one and slam my body into the door, revealing a simple girl’s room, except the walls are filled with band posters. All of Callie’s bands.

I walk past the bathroom, and notice something weird. When I walk in, my heart stops.

Callie’s laying on the floor, unconscious, an empty orange medication bottle next to her. I pick up the piece of paper and I slump to the floor, looking from the note to Callie’s tiny body sprawled across the cold tile.

I whip out my phone and dial 911, before checking her pulse, as I did with her mother. She’s still alive.

I hang up the phone and pick Callie up, taking her downstairs, setting her on the stairs gently.

For the first time in years, I start to cry.

A/N: depressing chapter :'(

i really liked writing zayn's pov, i think i'll do it more from now on :) sorry for the sudden switches in POV, i wanted parts of this chapter to be told in certain POVs. thanks for reading!!