Romeo, Oh, Romeo

Chapter Four

A week after Violet yelled at Kit, he stopped showing up. She heard a couple times the murmurs of Bastille in her room. He was probably visiting her now. Violet was a bit jealous, but why should she care? He's out of her hair! Bastille and Kit became great friends, and they told each other a lot of personal things. Quinn didn't know about Kit or that they did the ritual, and Bastille wanted to keep it that way. But Kit secretly wanted to see Violet again, but he respected her wishes. Violet was sitting at her bay window, reading a book, when Quinn knocked and entered her room. "Hey honey. I brought you some food." She said as she placed a tray with a sandwich and orange juice on the table. "Thanks, Quinn." Violet said as she closed the door. She didn't eat the food. Violet continued reading her book. 

       After a half hour passed, Violet set her book down and curled under the covers. It was gray and cloudy outside, making Violet more depressed. She was tired and fell asleep. "Violet, wake up!" Bastille was hovering over her. "What do you want?" Violet hissed, annoyed. "For you to get up! You've been sleeping all day. Kit's worried about you." Violet was surprised, but didn't show it. 

"He doesn't give a sh*t about me!" 

"That's not-" 

"GO, Bastille. Go and play with Kit." 

Bastille glared at her with hatred. "Fine. Just sleep your life away. And starve, I see you didn't eat your lunch... I HATE YOU!" Violet flinched as Bastille slammed the door shut. The walls shook for a few moments, and Violet got to her feet dizzily. She felt a pang of hunger and pain in her stomach, but she pushed it away as she walked to the bathroom and turned the water on hot. Once the bath was filled, she tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper and laid in the water, making her muscles feel stringy and numb. After a while of relaxing, she cleaned her hair and body. Violet got out and put on black leggings with jean short shorts over them and a Panic! At the Disco shirt. Quinn was out with her friends, and Bastille went to the park. Or somewhere. Violet tip toed downstairs and grabbed a container of sleeping pills and zoomed upstairs, even though she didn't have to be quiet. She swallowed three pills with water to wash them down, then took five more. Violet was crying and locked her bedroom door. I hate you! Bastille's words echoed in Violet's mind as her world went black. 

      "DON'T DIE VIOLET! DON'T DIE!" Someone was screaming as it carried Violet into the kitchen. The person stuck two fingers down Violets throat, trying to make her puke up the pills she swallowed. It laid Violet down as it splashed cold water onto her face. Violet was now in the person's lap, still unconscious, as the person stuck their fingers down her throat again. The person was crying as Violet gagged then vomited in the kitchen floor, awake. She turned to see Kit holding her. Remembering what happened she started crying as Kit kissed lightly above her ear. "You're okay now... you're okay." Kit held her in silence as Violet's cries died to soft whimpers. "Am I dead?" Violet rasped, her throat in utter pain. Her head was spinning, too. "No, you're alive, Violet. You're alive."