(𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇)

I haven't left my room in two weeks.

I've run out of interesting things to watch, and my parents aren't aware that I've lost my appetite for food; if they were, they'd definitely ship me off to the hospital right now. I haven't felt hungry in a long time.

Every day, Joshua comes by with some books from school, and he adds book notes in between the pages that I'm supposed to read, but I haven't and I feel really terrible about it as if I'm just wasting his time.

I barely ever get out of bed; I only get up for water or to shower, which consumes half of my energy. I tried to assist Grace with her homework but fell asleep, so my mother took over till I felt better.

My parents assumed I was sick with the flu, so I had a three-week excuse to miss lessons. That's one of the key reasons I'm able to get away with it.

The only people that come to see me are Joshua and Tabitha. I gave them two rules: don't call Tristan or Chase. I simply just didn't want to speak to either of them. 

Both Joshua and Tabitha are pacing back and forth in front of me, apparently panicked about something. I'm too tired to pay heed to their mutterings. But it was starting to irritate me.

"Can you guys pace about a little more quietly, you're giving me a headache," I chastise, drawing their whole attention to me.

"You have to eat something, the colour is slowly draining out of you and you look pale, even sick," he says and I roll my eyes.

"Then stop looking,"

"I'm sorry, but we didn't have any other option; it was either this or telling your parents," Tabitha explains. Before hearing my door handle turn, I lift my brow and look at her.

Tristan is revealed when the door opens. Before he and Tabitha leave my room, Joshua sighs, "All yours."

"Olivia-"

"Fuck off, Tristan," I mutter as I lean my head on the pillow.

Before I feel the tiniest drop in the side of my bed, I hear him approach closer. I turn around to see him kneeling next to the bed, arms on top.

"Olivia," he mutters.

"What?"

"You've missed two weeks of school," he says and I roll my eyes.

As if I don't know.

"And you want to drop out?" He questions with a perfectly arched brow.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"But that's not the point," he says. "You're giving Chase exactly what he wants, and I know it's all my fault, but I wasn't in control of myself." Before I glance at him, I narrow my eyes.

"So if you weren't high, you wouldn't have told me?" I question. I sit and rest my back against the headboard.

"I didn't know how to tell you, " he remarks.

"Bullshit,"

I rest my head back before he starts speaking again.

"Olivia, you're not eating, studying, or doing anything but being riveted to the screen," he adds as he rises to his feet.

"And I've never felt better,"

"Olivia, get up," he mutters.

"What for?" I retort.

Before I can say anything else he lifts me out of my bed and puts me onto my feet but he doesn't let go. My feet aren't cooperating, and I'm swaying slightly as my head aches. His hands are solid on my waist, but I still feel like I'm about to collapse.

"You can't even stand straight and you're fatigued; you have black circles under your eyes; you're not sleeping; your body is weak, Olivia,"

His voice is hushed and he appears exhausted, yet everything he said was true; Tabitha and Joshua had already stated it, but it stung a lot more when he said it.

"Why aren't you eating?" He questions, his light eyes are focused on mine.

"There's nothing good to eat," I mutter.

"Lies,"

"We need to go on a trip to the supermarket," I joke causing him to pull me closer.

"Now the truth,"

A thousand thoughts swarm my mind before my mouth opens to speak, "Every time I eat, I feel like I'll throw up again and it'll start to become a habit again,"

My head starts to spin before he can say anything, and my eyelids flutter shut before everything goes black.

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I attempt to open my eyes, but they are heavy, and the image behind them is black. I'm lying down on my back on an uncomfortable bed that smells like rubbing alcohol.

I eventually try to open my eyes again after a few seconds, and this time it succeeds. My vision isn't perfect, but I have a good sense of where I am.

The walls are white, there is a flat-screen television hung on the wall in front of me, the white door is slightly ajar, and I can hear an unfamiliar voice.

"Are you a relative?"

"No, but I brought her here,"

The second voice is faint, but I'm positive it's Tristan.

"I'm sorry but until a relative gets here, I can't let you in,"

"Oh, I'll let you in on something you little shi-"

"Tristan," another voice speaks, a bit lower than Tristan's and I can't quite seem to know who it is.

I gradually drift away from the talk before examining my hand, which contains a little tube inserted into my veins. It's difficult for me to breathe, therefore I'm very sure I have that shit up my nose as well.

"Liv," I hear a voice before turning my head, my dad.

He'll soon give me a lecture and then blame himself for the third time for not seeing; my mother does the same. I wasn't prepared for his lecture since I knew I'd cry, and I despise crying, especially in front of others.

She has a perfect life, she's so ungrateful. That is what they think when they see an overly rich girl crying her eyes out.

"I can't believe I didn't notice," he sighs, slowly rubbing his temples as he sits in the chair next to me.

I bet mom's still at work since only one of them can leave. Having your own business and you don't even have your own time.

"Dad stop," I say weakly. My voice is timid and low, I'm too drowsy to deal with his apology, it's, all the same, every time.

"Why didn't you just eat?"

Before I get to answer a man with blue scrubs and a white coat walks into the room. He says something to my dad and the two men walk outside onto the hallway. Which allows Tristan to slip inside.

I follow his movements slowly before he sits in the seat where my dad was just seconds ago sitting in.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a bag of chips," I mutter causing him to chuckle lowly before speaking.

"Empty or light?" he questions, I stare at him for a few seconds.

"Both,"

Our chuckles slowly fade away after a while and it's replaced with silence.

He sighs quite loudly before looking up at me, his foot slightly bouncing against the tiled floor as he speaks.

"This isn't the first time isn't it?"

"Nope," I mutter lowly as I look over to meet his eyes.

"Wanna talk about it?" he questions lowly and I shake my head.

The two conversation doesn't go any further because my dad and the doctor enters the room.

Hopefully, this means that they'll discharge me soon. But both of them are looking at me as though I'm on the urge of death.

"You'll need to stay for a few weeks," my dad speaks.

"What do you mean a few weeks?" I question.

"This is the third time, you're being put on," he pauses which allows me to finish the sentence.

"Suicide watch,"

Tears pool in the corner of my eyes but I don't allow them to flow, I'm not crying in front of people. I don't care who it is.

"We should get out and let you rest," the doctor says and my dad nods before looking down at Tristan.

Tristan doesn't look up at him, because his eyes are stuck on me, I quickly look away from him before hearing my dad's voice again.

"Tristan,"

I hear him get up and soon the three men exit the room.

Just as the door closes, I close my eyes and a small sob follows as the tears flow down my cheek.

I don't open my eyes because I don't care to see what's around me. A set of new tears flow down my skin with heat.

I sniffle lightly trying not to keep much noise as I soon turn over on my side where I quickly fall asleep.

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𝗼𝗼. ⁞ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

Hey guys. This concludes chapter twelve, I greatly do hope that you liked this chapter, also I've only ever done research on this topic, I haven't exactly been in any of these experiences, but if any information is incorrect please kindly let me know by a dm. Chapter thirteen coming soon.

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