Save Me from Myself

Chapter 37

Cali's POV
"Cali Arianna Haile. What is going on with you and Layla?? I feel like I'm in the middle of a 90s rom com ((romantic comedy))" Joey said, groaning and taking away my blanket.

"Bitch give me my blanket back." I mumbled.

"Ooh so feisty this morning! Possibly because you and Layla got into a girl fight, am I right?"

I groaned, "Yeah, I guess so. I wouldn't really call it a girl fight though. She told me to kill myself."

He was silent for a minute, then he said, "That wasn't her. You known it wasn't."

"Do I Joey? What if you all secretly want me to die? What if you all hate me... what if you guys never liked me, you're just being nice... what if everyone is wishing that I had died that night." I said, beginning to shiver a little. Fucking paranoia man.

"Stop that. That's not you talking, it's your paranoia. You know we love you." He answered, hugging me and picking me up. "You're gonna make me cry."

I smiled sadly at him, "Sorry Joey." He's so sensitive sometimes, then sometimes he's as coldhearted as Satan.

He nodded, then practically dragged me into the caffetteria. When i saw Layla, i glared at Joey, but sat down anyway.

She groaned, "Yo. What the fuck happened last night? I just remember being really fucking pissed at you."

I took a deep breath. Don't yell at her Cali. No yelling. "You dont want to know. Lets just pretend that absolutely nothing happened." I mumbled.

"Easy enough for me." She answered, carelessly.

I sighed and grabbed an apple. It took all my strength to not throw it at her. I understand that it wasn't her, but those thoughts had to come from somewhere.

Layla groaned again, and i looked at her with a confused look. "My cigarette 'dealer' was released from this hell hole two days ago. I'm having withdrawals."

"Wait... I thought you stopped smoking weeks ago..." I answered.

She sighed and glared at me, "You have your bad habits, i have mine. And at least I'm not smoking pot anymore."

I bit my lip. She's already pissed at me, i really shouldn't say anything else.

She sighed even louder, "Do you have something you want to say to me bitch?"

I smirked, "Watch your language." Joey glared at me from across the table and mouthed a "Shut the fuck up Cali."

"No. I mean it. Say what you want to, and don't sugarcoat it. Just say it already. " She exclaimed, clenching her fists.

No no no. Fuck. "Okay fine, I will. You always get on my case about not eating, because I'm gonna die, right? Well you are a total hypocritical bitch! You say I'm gonna die, and that's why you get on my case? Well, those things that you're smoking will give you fucking cancer. I would rather die from starvation than cancer any day. And then you get pissed at me for trying not to yell at you? Hun, I try really hard to make sure that i don't hurt you, but you want to be hurt. Stop pretending to be this perfect Angel, when in reality, you're just like me." I yelled. Fuck I'm shaking again. Joey started to say something, but Layla interrupted him.

"I'm just like you? Really? I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU. YOU'RE A MESS. A FUCK UP. A MISTAKE. I'm home of those. So, I enjoy smoking? Bitch, its an addiction, just like your little self harm shit. At least my addiction is normal. " She screamed in return. The nurses tried their best to ignore us. They should seriously be fired.

I scoffed at her, "Self harm shit?? Really Layla??? If I could stop I would. Like you said, it's an addiction. Now just shut the fuck up and back off."

That's when things got bad, and i could tell it wasn't Layla anymore. She started laughing loudly and maniacally, and she got up with her oatmeal in her hands.

Of course, because Layla is Layla, she threw all of the boiling hot oatmeal right on top of my head.

I could literally feel my skin blistering and boiling as the nurses took both of us away.
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Sorry its been so long!! I hope the chapter was okay. Thanks for reading!
♡♡Christal