Zoe's POV:

I'm looking at Dr. Avery. She's looking at me as if she's seeing a whole different person than who she met less than two days ago.

"Do you want to talk about it?"she asked making me feel comfortable. But then again, I don't really want to talk about it. I look over at my mom because I knew she was the one who called her.

"Tomorrow,"I say, calming my tone, "we can talk about it tomorrow. I'm tired, I feel like throwing up, not now."I say heading out of Mom's office.

"Are you really tired, Zoe? Or are you going to just stare at the ceiling? You haven't slept for days, you're exhausted, you haven't eaten in days, you weigh nothing. You need to talk about your problems, they're not just going to go away."my mom says taking me by my wrists. I don't want my sleeves pulled up because I really did get too loose at the party, someone broke a bottle and I started to drag the glass against my skin. She'll send me to some psych ward if she sees what I've done.

"Not right now, please."I tell her, I start to feel faint, but now she won't stop. I put my hand down on Amanda's desk to hold me up, I can't let them know how sick I feel.

"Zoe, you need help. Drinking won't help you forever, you'll end up like grandma. I don't want that. You're smart and talented, I need you to understand that."she says, I look down at my fingertips and notice that they're a bluish color. I drop down on the floor next to Amanda's can and start to throw up, everyone left in the squad room is watching me but I can't seem to focus on them.

When I'm finished, everything feels dark and cold. My head is pounding and my heart is making everything feel like it's in slow motion.

"I'm sorry, Mom."is all I could whisper before my head hits the ground and everything turns black.

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Olivia's POV:

It's Sunday, 5:00am, Zoe needed her stomach pumped and other things the doctor won't tell me about yet.

"Ms. Benson."said Zoe's doctor who walked over to me.

"Yeah."I say standing up, forcing myself to keep my eyes open.

"Zoe's in a coma right now. She suffered from alcohol poisoning tonight, plus an overdose from the pain killers she was prescribed, they're not supposed to be mixed, plus she was dehydrated. Also, Zoe's weight for her age is extremely low, she's at 102 pounds at five-foot seven. For treatment, I gave her a banana bag, administered intravenously, a few hours after it's gone, she should wake up. I recommend a psych eval and a few days here for observation."she said to me looking down at her clipboard.

"She's going to wake up, right? Like is there a chance that she won't?"I asked her frantically.

"Ms. Benson, the chances of her not waking up are slim to none. I promise you, she'll be fine."she told me, looking up at me with a smile.

"Ok, thank you."I say to her, I sigh and put my head in my hands again.

"We're going to bring her into her room now, you can come with me if you'd like."she said walking away.

Dr. Avery and I get up and walk over to the room Zoe was in. She's laying in the bed, her eyes closed. There's a tube in her throat and her nose. It's hard to look at how much pain being raped and losing her friend caused her. It's hard to look at her because she doesn't have a father, or a well invested mother in her life.

I walk over to her bed and sit in the chair next to it, I take her hand and squeeze tight so she knows I'm here for her.

Dr. Avery walks over to me, "She's going to be alright, she just needs support and balance. We can give her that, Olivia."she told me lightly.

"I know we can give her support and balance, I just don't know if she'll take it. She's like me, we're stubborn and secretive. Sometimes for the right reason, and sometimes not."I said with a sigh.

Dr. Avery walks over to the other side of the bed and looks at Zoe, she scans her body. She picks up her arm and gasps.

"Olivia."she says, turning her arm to me. Her arm is covered in deep cuts and small scratches.

"What happened?"I asked her, tears forming in my eyes.

"Olivia, I want to admit Zoe into the hospital and put her on a psych hold. When she wakes up, we need to talk."

"Fine."

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Zoe's POV:

I wake up in the hospital with a headache, my feet and hands are so cold. When I open m eyes, the room I'm in looks different from any of them I've ever been in. I look over to see bars on the windows, everything in this room is white, and for some reason it pisses me off. When I try to move my arms and legs, I realize I'm strapped to the damn bed.

"Hello!"I shout to the door angrily.

"Hey!"I yell again. I look to the side of the wall and see that there's a mirror, I'm sure it's a one-way, just like the stupid glass at Mom's job.

"Is someone behind there watching me?! Get me the hell out of here, I'm not crazy!"I scream, I'm tired of all the games people play with me, do I sound like I'm in the mood to be tied up?

I lie back down on the bed and take a deep breath, then I think about Mom.

"She's probably so upset at me, what the hell did I do?"I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

A minute or so later, I hear a door open, Dr. Avery walks over to me and looks me in the eyes.

"You tried to kill yourself, can you tell me why?"she says sternly.

"I didn't try to kill myself, it was an accident, jeez!"I tell her pulling my back up, which is extremely uncomfortable.

"You chased pain killers with vodka, you didn't think overdosing and dying was possible at all?"she asks me, she sounds angry and I'm seriously getting pissed.

"Look, I didn't mean for this to happen. Yes, I've felt down lately, and more than I ever have. I just wanted to feel better. Why are you so mad at me? Where's my mother?"I ask, my vision feels like it's lagging, I'm getting light headed sitting up this way.

"She's at work, she won't be able to see you for three days, you're on a psych hold. We need time to talk, I want you to talk to other people."

"Three days!? I've never been a day without my mother. I can't do this, I need to get out of here, take these off of me, I'm not going to hurt myself, or anyone else."I say starting to panic, ready to cry.

"I'm sorry, but this will be good for you. I'll take you out of the restraints, but I need you to take a few deep breaths."

"I can't, I have school tomorrow. I told everyone I'd be back, if they find out I'm here, they'll think I'm some weirdo."I cry, my anxiety exploding.

"Calm down, Zoe."

"No! Get me out of here! Get me out of here! I need to go home! I want to go home! Please."I sob loudly, I start to try and yank my arms and legs out of the restraints, three other professional looking people, come in. They're probably the ones watching me like assholes.

"I'm injecting a shot of diazepam, Zoe. It'll calm you down, I'm Dr. Robbins, I'm here to help you."

Dr. Robbins is blonde, with deep brown eyes and tan skin, she looks perfect to me. I start to feel more relaxed, she takes off the restraints and I finally move comfortably.

"This is Dr. Alexander, Dr. Crane, and Dr. Kent."

Dr. Alexander is a man, he looks as if he's a mixed child, his skin a light brown and his eyes a dark blue, he looks young, his smile is so hot.

Dr. Crane is a woman, short and petite, she has red pixie-cut hair and hazel eyes. She looks super nice.

Dr. Kent is another man, he has jet black hair, pushed back with gel. His eyes look the same exact color of me and Mom's, he looks friendly but is extremely quiet.

"Nice to meet you."they all say in unison.

"Were you guys watching me?"I ask them angrily.

Dr. Crane speaks up, "It's our job. We have to study our patients, we have to make sure progress is being made."

"Why me? Do you do this to everyone?"I ask suspiciously.

"No, just the patients who attempt suicide."says Dr. Avery nonchalantly.

"I didn't attempt suicide, it was an accident."I say trying to sit up.

"Ok, Zoe. Well, what happened to your arm?"Dr. Robbins asks me, I forgot about that, I look over at my arm and cover up

"I was drunk, I did something stupid. It happens."

"You tend to hurt yourself when you're drunk. It's like when people say that a drink man never tells a lie. What you do to yourself or say, reflects how you've felt and had to keep buried inside."she tells me crossing her arms.

"Think what you want."I say, I roll my eyes and lay back on the bed.

Dr. Robbins looks back at the other doctors then back at me.

"You have the rest of the night to relax in here and think about a few things, tomorrow, you have group therapy. You'll be switched into a new room also."she tells me nicely.

"Are you guys going to watch me sleep?"I say as they walk towards the door to leave.

"It sounds weird, yes, but only the three of us."said Dr. Alexander.

"It doesn't sound weird...it is weird."

"It's not like we're going to watch you, we'll just monitor the amount of times you'll wake up, what time you wake up, and how long it takes for you to fall asleep."he said with a laugh.

"Alright, we'll see how that works out, I haven't slept since I blacked out and woke up here."I say turning to face the opposite direction on the bed.

They all leave the room, I turn off the light beside me and close my eyes. It takes me about an hour to fall all the way asleep, when I do, things don't go too well. I'm haunted by the images of rape and murder.

My best friend lying still on the concrete with a hole in her head, a pool of blood surrounding her. I get tied up in front of a camera, crying, thinking abut my mother and father, wondering what they were probably up to. My mother probably focused on some work and my father with his favorite daughter.

I wake up with a scream, I jerk up in the bed and look around, the room is dim, no one's here. It was just a dream, I tell myself.

I look up at the ceiling and spend my entire night think ing about how things have been lately. I want to fix it all, but I don't have the strength to.

When Dr. Kent comes in in the morning, I don't even stop to pretend that I'm asleep.

"Your group therapy session is in fifteen minutes. I want to show you around a little bit before you start."he says with a cute, dimpled smile.

"Alright."I say quietly getting up from the bed. He opens the door for me and things look way different in this part of the hospital.

There's blue, mesh carpet that's all over the place. We walk up this long hallway where all the first timers stay. You can hear a lot of people yelling and crying, some rooms are extremely silent. I looked through the glass part of the door and saw a girl screaming in the bed, scratching her skin super hard, her face was red and she was sweating. While I stopped to watch her, Dr. Kent looked at me.

"Withdrawal. They say they feel bugs crawling out of their skin and over their body."he said with a sad expression on his face, "She does meth. Her family wants to get her clean, she's only nineteen years old."

I look over at him and bite the inside of my cheek, I start to walk back down the hall again and so does he. He shows me the cafeteria and where we eat, the smell of food makes my stomach cringe. I have no appetite whatsoever.

We move now to the lounge area, there's a few people in there that look completely lost in space. They just stare at the floor with blank expressions and at TV's that aren't on, it's sad. We walk over to a different area and I see a group of girls talking quietly, Dr. Kent walks me over to them, something I wanted him not to do.

"How are you girls?"he asks them with a smirk.

"Screw you."says a girl with auburn hair, she puts her feet up on the coffee table a crosses her legs, she looks over at me and back at the other girls, she gives me a devilish smile, "Who's this?" she asks closing her eyes.

"This is Zoe. Zoe, this is Alyssa, Grey, Rose, Naomi, and Dawson."Dawson being the girl who somewhat intimidates me, she seems creepy in a hot sort of way.

Alyssa is a girl with eyes so gray, you can practically get lost in them. She's heavier by all of us by a lot, and looks mean. Her teeth look dull and one of her eyes are blood shot.

Grey is super skinny, well, she basically looks exactly like me. Plus, the fact that we both have a hospital gown. Her dark brown eyes contrast with her pale skin, brittle nails, and thin hair.

Rose has super tan skin and black hair, her eyes look like blue crystals. She sits curled in a ball at the end of the couch, detached, puffy eyes and scarred wrists.

Naomi is light-skinned with a bruised arm and neck. Her eyes are hazel and her eyelashes are long, she has a strong presence in the room and looks extremely friendly.

Finally, we discuss this Dawson. Her curled, auburn hair is down to her shoulders, her lipstick is black and her nose ring has a lightning bolt on it. She looks normal, nothing about her presence makes me feel like she needs to be here.

"So she's new?"she asked with a smile, she clapped her hands lightly and sat up.

"Yeah, she's new, Dawson."Dr. Kent said rolling his eyes.

"Did I say you can say my name? No? Keep it out of your mouth, jackass."she says turning angry.

"I guess she's like Grey, she's in a hospital gown still."Alyssa says which makes Dawson laugh.

"You know, you can speak to me. Your talking about me like I'm not right here."I say with an attitude.

"You're irrelevant until group therapy. Once we know your problem, then we talk. Until then, you're just another new girl."

"Oh, excuse me, your problems make you a veteran? The amount of time you spend here makes you more special than someone else? I guess you do belong here. Which are you sociopath or a psychopath?"I said my face turning red in anger.

"Sociopath,"she said blowing me a kiss, "Why are you here? Did your parents finally notice you?"she asked evilly.

Dr. Kent takes me by the arm and turns me around. We start walking down the hall.

"Won't that answer just have to wait until group?"I ask her with a smile, I blow her a kiss back and she pretends to catch it.

As weird and hardcore as that conversation was, I may have just made a new friend. It feels nice to be sassy again...
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Authors Note: Thanks for 300 reads y'all, I couldn't do it all without you 👌🙌 I have big plans for upcoming chapters so stay tuned 😘 PLUS I think I may add a very important character to this book! The persons name will be in the book tags, just rule out who I already mentioned in the story and you should know!

- Addison 😃😘😳