Suicide Hotline

Chapter 2

I woke up to dishes clashing. I open my eyes to see Zoe attempting to cook. "I'm not hungry it's okay."

"Then I'll just make it for myself." Zoe smiles as she adds a slight "Sleepyhead."

I smile and start to get up. "Okay then," I didn't feel completely happy but I wasn't about to worry Zoe more than I already have.

"Where are you going?" Zoe asks as she opens the fridge.

"I am going to get ready. I was thinking maybe we could do something downtown." I responded as I walked down the hall.

"Yeah fun," she yelled. "We'll have to stop by my house so I can look cute."

"Will Savannah be there?" I said as I threw a shirt on and a pair of ripped skinny jeans.

"We both know she's probably at Jake's house." Zoe groaned. It's like I could hear her roll her eyes. Lately, Savannah cared more about her crush on Jake than anything else, including rent.

"That's true." I walked out of my room and saw Zoe eating close to burnt eggs.

"I'm almost done." She smiled. "Are you gonna put some makeup on?"

"I'm not in the mood." I smiled and grabbed my bag. "Are you coming?" I said I jingled my keys as I pretend to leave her. I hear her frantically put her plate away and find her shoes. I don't move and just watch her hurry around the house.

"K, let's go," she says with shoes in one hand and a purse in the other. She strides out of the house and unlocks her car. I follow close behind and unlock mine.

"To your house?" I question.

"Yep, I'll meet you there and then we can take one car."

"Got it." I smile and hop in my car. She had the strangest ways of doing things and mostly made things more difficult than they have to be. I guess you could say I liked that about her because you never have to expect perfection.

We hop on the highway and get there in under fifteen minutes. Clearly, we both drove slower than she had yesterday.

"Okay, I have to shower and then pick out an outfit. Then I'll throw some messy makeup on and we can go." Zoe smiles and acts like that wasn't going to take two hours.

"Okay have fun," I say sarcastically. I meander to the couch and flip through the channels. I land on the news and then get on my phone. I used the TV as background noise and scrolled through every social media platform there was.

I open FaceBook and my message bar is full. People I didn't even know trying to dig in on the drama. Statuses that said things like "OMG remember when she wasn't a slut." I quickly close the app. I ignore that app and move on to the next. I open twitter. This time I had random people tagging me in tweets from people I don't even know. Everything said was clearly about me. "I can't believe she even talks to the theater kids." "She's not even pretty." "They could do way better." I open my direct messages and notice that the first person was Jessica. I didn't even look at what it said. I mean I had already seen her tweet was it really necessary to text me too. I log off the app. I move to Instagram. I couldn't figure out how they would talk about me on this app. It is pictures. Then I opened it. The most random pictures came up. Finally, I was tagged in all of them. Someone obviously thought that they were an artist, they draw all over my picture. I had devil horns and a mustache. I see I got a lot of comments on my photos. I checked to see what it could be. That probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, I mean I was being bullied, why not look for more ways they could have done it.