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Chapter 22

~Zane's POV~

I open the door quietly so I don't wake her up. It's been a long day for her...for the both of us. She remembered the whole attempted rape incident and well, she freaked out, a lot. 

Sometimes, I'm glad that we have Vanessa who's ready to hear her out. She cried while explaining. She was hurt. Whatever Ed's done to her in the past few years must be horrible. Killing her siblings, tried raping her for what she has no idea about.

The room is dark but I can still find my way. I've been here severally meaning I can still find my way no matter what. The room is more messier than when I left here earlier; crumbled papers on the floor and the desk by the wall is full of papers. I quietly walk towards the desk, holding the papers in my hands. Some writings, others drawings. I pick the papers on the desk and exit the room, as quietly as I walked in.

My room is just two rooms away from her, Zara's being the closest. I turn on the light and walk towards my bed, dropping the inked papers carefully. I separate them according to drawings and writings. When I'm done, I start from the writings and they all seem like poems. The first one is intriguing;

'Heaving sighs,

Complimenting demons that shouldn't have been,

Understanding what chaotic thoughts feel like.

Once again broken by your self-will,

By the trust in a man.

I cry with no hope of recovery,

Only hope you understand and save me.

Darkness annexes me and it all seems like a dead end,

Drowning in the sadness of emotions.'

The second one;

'Only if this could wash away the thoughts in my heart.

Bring light to reside.

 A stone cold heart,

Immune to humanity.

Saved by the pains caused,

By building walls as mighty as fortresses.'

I drop the rest of the papers down, sighing heavily. I rub my tired eyes with my hand, picking the papers with the drawings. I'm impressed at this point but she never draws, or does she? She's never said.

"Please give me anything. A knife, blade, something!" she shouted at him earlier after her talk with Vanessa.

"I can't do that and I won't, okay? I can't let them send you back to rehab because of this self harm intuition. So if you want to help me help you, you shouldn't even try at all."

She rushed upstairs in tears, shutting the door behind her but didn't lock it. Lucky me.

I went to her room to find anything that sharp but well, she didn't have those and she now draws and writes. I know it's just nine in the evening but I need to find out what's going on.

The drawings in my hands are sketches of a young lady by the riverside, a guy in tears, a little girl and her teddy and a drawing of me. I drop the rest down, holding the one of me and she wrote something.

"My rock when I cry. He hears me even in sleep. He finds me in the darkness. It's always been my Zane."

My Zane? She trusts me?

I pick up my phone and call Vanessa. I never had the number in the first place but I checked her phone for it. Not for anything dodgy but for her safety, and this was the only thing that made her find closure to a point.

"Hello?" she answered with a yawn

"Hi Vanessa, it's me Zane Sorry for calling this late,"

"How did you get my number?"

"She gave it to me-"

"Really?" she asked. I knew she knew I was lying but it's for Cassie's good.

"Sure, she did,"

"What's the problem?"

"What happens when she draws or write?"

"She did what?" she said over the phone. Her voice was mixed with shock and confusion. 

Whatever the drawings and writings mean, it wasn't good, especially for Cassie.

"Is she shouting from her sleep?"

"No,"

"Is she talking or hyperventilating ?"

"I'm not in her room right now but let me do that now. Please stay on the line," I say, getting up from my bed, moving quietly through the hallway till I get to her room. I enter inside but she seems sound asleep. But she seems too sound asleep.

I walk close to her. There's a paper close to her side. I carefully pull it out and read it;

"I had to. Addiction or death? One of which I can't handle,"

I look at the pill bottle by her side. It was the sleeping pills Vanessa prescribed, only that she took the entire bottle.

"Vanessa?"

"Yes. Anything?"

"I think she overdosed the pill,"

"Which pills?"

"Her sleeping pills,"

"What? Is she breathing?"

I place my hand by her neck and she's gone cold but she's struggling to breath.

"She's cold Vanessa."

I shake her but no answer.

"Cassie? Cassie!"

"What's going on Zane?"

"She's not answering. I'll call you back."

I check for a pulse. There is but slower. I pick her off the bed, rushing downstairs with her in my arms. 

"Zane?"

"Zara?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here for a glass of water but is she okay?"

"No she isn't,"

"What?"

"I need you to shut the door behind me, I'm taking her to the hospital. I'll call Sandy to take care of you if I can't make it back on time,"

Zara nods, passing me my car keys on the kitchen island. I smile at her and rush out of the door. I head straight for my car, opening the door to the back seat, sliding her in carefully.

I can't think straight. I start the car and drive to the hospital.

Why did she write any of those things in the first place?

Please note that the writings used in this chapter are extracts of my original work. So please no piracy...