Broken Generation (Sequel to Don't Go)

Chapter 14

** 5 Months After Nicole Woke Up **

** Nicole's P.O.V. **

This month has been for sure crazy. I witnessed Josh almost crashing down the door with tears in his eyes. For about half an hour he just sat there next to me, crying, and bawling out asking where he messed up. After about the hundredth time asking him what happened he finally told me the truth. Crimson this whole time was taking drugs. In the beginning she wouldn't even tell us what drug it was. Later she told us it was heroin... I couldn't believe it. My best friend in the whole world was taking drugs. I wasn't there to help her out, hell, I didn't even realize that there was something dark hiding up her sleeves.

After all, I had to worry about my own sleeves. I was a complete mess. I had arrived to a point where I needed to pick up that razor at least once a day. I have been trying to concentrate on my thighs since spring was coming back. I can't go on with long sleeves forever. It's needless to say that I was nowhere near recovered.

Even though it's obvious that she is struggling and that there is a part of her that wants to get better, we all can see it's going to take a while. The worrying had quickly passed to me. The internet was blowing up all of their feeds. We found out that Oli had made an interview. The only thing was that he talked about me. How, I supposedly "wasn't here anymore". The whole video was pretty raw and it ached me so much to have to sit there and watch him talk. Talk about me and believe how I was dead. How the sadness and pain in his eyes were taking over.

I think I sat there crying a few minutes after I saw that video. All those flashbacks flushing through my head. From how perfect Oli and I were together. To the breaking point where I was ready to say farewell to the world. I couldn't imagine how much pain he could have gone through... What am I saying? If he ever did care about me he would have never done that. If he loved me he wouldn't have gone searching for other girls. He can't get to me, it will only bring me down.

Since the exposure of that video, I have not gone out of the house. I was just too afraid to be noticed by somebody. It would be to complicated to explain everything. Nobody can know that I'm still alive. I'm dead to the world and it's better that way. Everybody has tried to pull me out of the cave a few times but failed.

The only thing that seemed to be under only my control was my special diet. Even though people have been entering and leaving the house a lot more often this month, I was able to continue to fake the act. Just on the weekends when Evan would stay home I would take a bite or two out of my food. I could already see that I was losing some weight, but it wasn't enough. I had to continue.

I was in the living room watching some tv when Evan, Josh and Crimson came walking in. It was still a bit weird to see them all together. But I guess it was better to know that Crimson was here with us than being who knows where with a needle in her arm. She seemed so fragile and had dark circles under her eyes. A small shy smile was shared between us. I got up and gave her a big hug. I know she was trying to get better and I know how hard it is.

"How are you?" I asked her a bit concerned. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm surviving. I guess this month thanks to you guys I understood that I can't continue on like that. However, we are not here to talk about me." She answered. I raised an eyebrow confused.

"Yup, we're here to finally take you out of this house." Evan said wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my cheek.

"Oh no, I can't. You guys know that perfectly. I can't risk to be noticed by anyone. It's safer if I stay here." I tried to defend myself but ended up being useless.