*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE RATED HIGHER THATN THE NORMAL RATING DUE TO OVER USE OF DRUGS! THANK YOU.*
*Sofnia P.O.V.*
"Sofina! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Pitch screamed across the room.
"Okay!" I said. I finished putting my shoes on, and glanced at the pills i was prescribed a few months back. I quickly put them into my purse and left.
I kept glancing back at the house, as if I had left something there.
"You okay?" Pitch put his arm around me, he looked genuinely worried.
"Yeah," I shook my head, "I just need some food. That's all." I smiled.
The limo went over a bump and the pill bottle inside my purse rattled.
"What was that?" Pitch asked me.
"I-I" I was at a loss of words, how could I tell him that they were depression pills? I quickly made something up, "It's just ibuprofen. In case my headache comes back."
"Okay," he looked worried.
As we entered the restaurant, Pitch grabbed my hand and made me close my eyes. "No peeking, it's a surprise!"
I sat down and uncovered my eyes. "Oh my gosh! Honey! Why do this for me?"
"You have just looked so stressful lately, so I thought that treating you to a nice dinner would help to calm your nerves." He grabbed my purse and set it aside. "What would you like to eat?"
"I'll take some linguine, with marinara sauce on the side." I glanced at the purse, "Sweetie, could I have my purse? I have to use the restroom, and i want to touch up my makeup while in there." I smiled.
"Your makeup looks perfect, honey." He wouldn't let go of the purse.
"Please? It is my purse after all," I put my hand onto his cheek, and then kissed him. He let go of the purse to grab my waist, when I grabbed my purse and slid out of the booth, "Sorry, Pitch! I needed my purse!" I ran to the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door. My purse fell on the counter and the pills came out. I read the label a few times. It said, "Take up to 3 pills a day. Take them after a meal. Never take on an empty stomach."
"Oh well." I popped open the lid and threw a few pills into my mouth, soon followed by tap water. The bottle fell on the ground, sending the pills flying.
I started to cry, "Miss? Are you alright?" A voice came from from the other side of the door.
"I'm fine."
"Sofina!" there was a rapping on the door, "Open up!"
I tried to unlock the door, but my hand was shaking too much.
"Sofina. Back up! I'm going to bust this door!" Pitch then rammed into the door multiple times before the door opened. I was sitting in the corner, shaking, crying.
Pitch ran to me and picked me up. Seeing all of the pills on the floor, and the empty bottle on the counter, he whispered into the waiter's ear.
"I'm taking you to the hospital, sweetheart." Pitch kissed my forehead and ran to the limo.
"Take us to the nearest hospital, as fast as you can!"
"Who are you? Where are we going? Do I know you?" I couldn't remember anything, I didn't even remember my own name.
"I'm your fiance, Pitch. We are taking you-" I threw up in his lap before he could finish.