Starved (A Zendaya and Val fic)

Worse Than I Thought

Zendayas POV

I slowly sank into my couch, my hand pressed up against my still pounding head.

Rehearsals ended hours ago. Why is it still hurting?

I glanced up at the clock.

1:54 A.M.

I begin to rise so I can go to my own bed, but I can't seem to get up. It's almost as if my legs have stopped working. I look down and see that they are shaking, as are my hands.

Why is this happening?

So many thoughts were running through my head at once. I needed to calm down.

Okay, Zendaya. Think.

When's the last time you ate?

Last Monday.

Okay.

Maybe I just needed some nutrients.

Yeah, I would just eat some food, then binge.

That should help.

It was in that moment that a sharp pain ran through my stomach. I clutched it, at loss for breath.

It felt like my insides were on fire.

I had to call someone. This was beyond my control.

In between gasps for air I though of where my phone is.

Kitchen cabinet.

Across the room.

I knew it would hurt, but I had to get there. I just had to.

I slowly rose from the couch, my legs finally seeming to work again.

I groggily took each step, as if my feet weighed 10 tons.

When I finally reached the cabinet, I grabbed for my phone.

I pressed 1 on my speed dial.

*ring ring*

"Hi this is Val speaking. I couldn't make it to the phone, so leave a message at the beep."

Feeling another wave of nausea and pain coming, I sank to the ground.

"V-Val. Something's ah-wrong. I need your help. Please. I think I'm dying. Owww. Please val. Hurry. Please."

And then it all went dark.