I'd first like to start off by thanking those of you who've been with my story since the beginning. I love you all, so much! Anyway...
This is Chapter 32! It's most likely going to be in Seth's P.o.V.
Oh, and I'm also sorry that the last chapter was kind of sad. It was happy...Then mildly sad...Then even sadder...Then happy again...Then hopeful. And sorry to all you Bella-lovers out there if I make Bella seem a little bitchy all the time. I just...Don't like her...
~SashaFierce12.0
Chapter 32
Seth's P.o.V.
I stepped out of the shower and wiped the condensation off the mirror. Looking at myself, I mentally scowled. Even after my shower, I was still so dead-looking.
Opening the cabinet, I took out the bottle of pills Doctor Raymond had given to me. My name was written on it, and the word Antidepressant written next to that. Below it, a whole list of unpronounceable words.
Jazmyn might have been in my life now...But she only numbed my pain. Made me forget about it. But when she was gone...
I took out two pills and popped them in my mouth. I'd have to remember to stop by and see the doc again. It didn't seem like this stuff was working. I took out two more, and swallowed them as well.
Even though I was back living in my old house and Mom was here, I wasn't the same way that I'd been last year about it. And I was slowly getting over Dad...
But...I dunno...Sometimes, I still have this urge to jump off that cliff. Relive that experience of not being alive. Not breathing.
Sometimes, when I was trying to get to sleep, I'd put my head under my pillow. And I'd hold it there. Until I felt lightheaded and had to move it away to catch my breath.
And sometimes...
Antidepressants could never get rid of that...Feeling to kill myself. They actually seemed to make it worse.
Emo? Maybe... Insane? Definitely; yes.
I put the bottle of pills back into the cabinet, then reached down for my clothes. I thought about it, and then decided to take the bottle of pills with me. Then, if I had any...You know, horrific thoughts, they'd be right there to help me get rid of them. I put on my clothes, taking the bottle with me, and then put it in my backpack. After that, I walked downstairs.
"Hi, Sethy! I made breakfast. Oh, and your friends are here!" Mom said happily when I got downstairs.
Great. Time to put on a face...
I grinned and turned to everyone.
"Hey, guys!" I said, walking towards the living room. Jazmyn jumped on me and kissed my cheek.
"I missed you," she said. I smiled, kissing her back.
"Missed you, too, Jazz." She jumped off me, and went back to her place at my kitchen table. She started stuffing eggs into her mouth. I did my best not to gag.
Yeah...Still not a big fan of those.
"Have you guys heard from Teasha at all?" I asked. Quil shook his head sadly. It's been almost two weeks since we'd last seen Teasha at Leah's house. It's been driving Collin crazy.
"She won't pick up her cell or her home phone. I Facebooked her, but she never messages me back. It's almost like she just disappeared off the face of the planet!" Collin said with a groan.
"But don't you know where she lives?" I asked, sitting down next to Jazmyn. She leaned on my shoulder.
"No. I haven't been to her house; none of us have," Brady answered for Collin.
"This chick, Teasha...She's pretty weird, huh?" Brandon asked. Collin glared at him and started to shake.
"Take it back. Now," Jazmyn warned him. Brandon cocked his head.
"Uhh...Okay. I take it back...?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Collin's really sensitive about his imprint," Quil said, messing up Collin's hair. "All the guys with one are." Brandon nodded a little.
"I'm still kind of fuzzed up on this whole imprint thing," he said.
"You won't be so 'fuzzed up' when it actually happens to you," Collin said, an irritated tone to his voice.
"Dude, I'm sorry. Can we just forget I ever said...Whatever I said?" Brandon asked. Collin growled, but didn't say anything.
"Want some eggs, Seth?" Jazmyn asked. She held a forkful of the yellow stuff and waved it in my face. I scrunched up my face and pushed it away. She just shrugged. "More for me! You're mom's a great cook! I burn everything...Even water!" I chuckled, really not feeling in the mood for actual laughter.
"Speaking of me..." Mom stated. "It's time to get going to school. You have...Nine minutes and counting! Tick, tock." I downed a glass of water, and rushed to my feet.
"I'll drive!" Quil said, heading out the door. Before following everyone else, I pecked Mom's cold cheek.
"See you at Leah's," I said. Mom smiled and started picking up plates.
"Bye, honey," she waved to me. "I'm going out later today. If you want me to, I can go-" I cut her off.
"Great, Mom. Bye," I said, dragging Jazmyn out of the house with me.
"Well that was rude. Cutting your mom out like that," Jazmyn scolded, climbing into the back of Quil's truck. I shrugged and sat beside her.
The short ride to school was quiet. Jazmyn just laid on my lap and I counted how many steps it would take me to get to the ocean from where I was.
Today was a beautiful day to-
"Mr. Clearwater!" Mr. Wagner slammed his hand down on my desk, and I jumped. When did I get here? Oh, yeah...I jumped out of the truck...Ran to gym..."Did you even hear my question?" I shook my head to clear it out.
"W-what? Oh...Right. Uhh...Ithaca?" I braced myself for more yelling.
"Correct. But, please, Mr. Clearwater. A faster answer next time, if you'd be so kind." A few people snickered from around me, but I didn't care. Jazmyn shot me a look.
"What is with you today?" she whispered. I didn't know how to answer. 'Cause, honestly...I really didn't know. I'd never spaced out in class before...When she was facing the teacher again, I reached down for my backpack and opened up the bottle of pills. I swallowed two and then put them back.
The bell rang and I gathered my things. Jazmyn stood up and waited for me.
"You really don't seem like yourself today," she said, a worried tone to her voice. She took my hand and we started walking towards the cafeteria. Suddenly, she reached up and touched my forehead. "...You're warm..."
"When am I not?" I retorted.
"True..." We sat down at our usual table by the window.
"What's true?" Brandon asked, eating a piece of pizza.
"That all you guys are inhumanly warm," Jazmyn answered, taking her lunch out of her bag. Brandon felt up his arms, and then pressed his palm to his head. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to confirm your statement...I don't feel any different."
"That's 'cause you're you. Someone who's not like us will be able to t-" Quil stopped short and gawked at the cafeteria door.
"What?" I asked, turning around. The whole cafeteria got quiet as a girl came in. She was wearing a white dress that stopped above her knees, and I couldn't help but notice a tattoo emblazoned on her ankle. It was some kind of...I dunno...A seal. Wings sprouted out of the sides of it.
"T-Teasha?" Brady whispered. That's...Whoa. A lot can happen to a person in two weeks. Her hair was longer; to the middle of her back. She'd gotten rid of her glasses, too. And she seemed to be almost...
Glowing.
Every person in the cafeteria watched her as she made her way to our table. She stopped, then turned around to look at everyone. They immediately turned back to what they were doing and the volume picked up again. Teasha turned around, clearly satisfied, and flashed us a pearly white smile.
"Hi, guys," she said. No one answered. We just stared at her, all probably wondering what had happened to that girl we'd last seen two weeks ago. "Quit staring. You'll burn holes." Setting down her bag, she pulled up a chair next to Collin. Jazmyn reached out her hand and touched Teasha's arm.
"She feels like Teasha...And looks like her, too. Except with no glasses."
"Uhh...Yeah...Laser eye surgery. My parents finally let me get it...!" she laughed nervously. "Sorry I've been gone for so long...I got a really bad case of the flu."
That's a lie.
"You look so different..." Collin breathed. Teasha looked down, then back up at him.
"Is different...Good?"
"That's Teasha?" Brandon asked.
"Oh...Umm...Different's," Collin cleared his throat. "Different's amazing. Wait. Did I say amazing? I mean...It's great. Wait. Good. Different's good." Collin turned a deep shade of red.
"That's Teasha?" Brandon repeated.
"YES! I'm Teasha! Take a freaking picture!" Teasha snapped, obviously annoyed. Her eyes flashed a crimson red.
That's new.
We all just looked at each other.
"Teasha!" someone called. Teasha's head whipped around, and she spotted her brother. He had his arms crossed, and he made a sign for her to go to him. Without a word, Teasha stood up and rushed to Isaac. He took her arm roughly and they started walked out of the cafeteria. I caught a little of their conversation as they left. "What'd he tell you?" Teasha sighed, and continued walking out with him.
"Shape shifters...Can't be trusted."
She knew?
"She knows..." I whispered.
"What do you mean?" Jazmyn asked.
"She knows," I emphasized on the word 'know,' hoping Jazmyn would get the memo. Her eyes widened.
"B-but how?" she asked. "Collin never told her. Did you?" Collin shook his head which was in his hands. "...And none of us never told her..."
The whole subject of Teasha knowing about us tugged at my mind all day, giving me a really bad headache. I had so much on my mind already. School, homework...And the fact that I was going mentally insane.
It's kind of scaring me, actually. Earlier today, when I was walking to class, I felt like bashing my head on a locker to see if it'd kill me. I wanted to actually watch the blood gush from my head and pool onto the floor. I wanted to experience having my breath taken away from me and not being able to have it back again.
I actually wanted to die.
I had stood there for a few seconds, staring at the row of silver, rusty lockers. But then the bell rang and snapped me out of my horrific thoughts.
But...For me that's normal. I thought like it every day; that's what those pills were for. (That I STILL think aren't working...) I'm actually kind of surprised no one else thinks like that, too.
After that, I downed four more pills.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I couldn't help the groan that escaped my mouth. I put my head in my hands and clenched my teeth at the throbbing and pounding of my head. Someone put their hand on my back.
"You okay, Seth?" Jazmyn asked me. We were in the back of Quil's truck, headed towards Leah's. We usually hung out there after school. Jazmyn laid me down on her lap and started playing with my hair.
Jazz...
I loved her so much. And she was better than any stupid antidepressant drug. She made me forget what I was going through; when I was with her, nothing could bring me down.
But when she was gone...
Jazmyn started humming, and then singing quietly. When I looked up, everything was blurred together. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, but it didn't help at all. Everything was a mix of colors and shapes; like it looked when you were crying. After blinking my eyes again, it was all back to normal.
"We're here!" Jazmyn sang. She carefully lifted me off her lap and then jumped out of the truck. I got down after her and instantly started to sway.
Why wouldn't everything stop spinning?
Jazmyn steadied me and helped me into the house. "...I think we better talk to Carlisle, or something, Seth." I shook my head, instantly regretting it when the throbbing pain of my head.
"No..." I whispered. I sat down on the couch.
"Well...When he gets back from work, and you're still acting weird, we're gonna' talk to him." She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I'm going to go help Leah with dinner."
"Mhm..." I mumbled. I closed my eyes, suddenly realizing how tired I was.
So...
Tired...
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Leah's P.o.V.
"...And then her eyes turned red. RED, Leah! Then her brother called her, and she rushed to him without a word. And Seth said he overheard their conversation...She knows about the guys. I think her whole family does. But we never told them," Jazmyn said, explaining everything to me vividly. I continued chopping carrots, processing everything.
"I-I honestly don't know what to say...But this is a matter for Sam and the other guys. There has to be some kind of an explanation...?" I suggested; though it ended up more as a question than a logical sentence.
Just then, Mom came in, holding Jayah. She'd taken her for a walk, and now they were just getting back.
"It started to rain. I'm so happy we made it back just in time before it actually started to pour!" she said with a laugh. Behind her, Carlisle, Rosalie, and Emmett came in.
"Where are the rest of you?" I asked.
"Cooking. Esme's having some kind of a catalog party, or something girly and sweet like that. Edward and Jasper...I really could care less where they are," Rosalie answered.
"Carlisle's here! Awesome, hey do you think-" Jazmyn started, but then the doorbell rang. I ran to get it. When I opened it I smiled.
"Hi!" I said, and gave Elliot a hug. "Haven't seen you in a while. But, really. You know you don't have to knock!" We pulled away and I moved over to let him walk in.
"Sorry. Force of habit. Jazz...Have we forgotten what today is...?" Elliot said with a smirk. Jazmyn smacked her forehead and laughed.
"Oh, yeah! It's Family Night! If you didn't come, I would have totally forgotten about it! ...Great. Now I feel bad." Jazmyn rushed over to the dining room table and grabbed her backpack, knocking down Seth's in the process. All of his things spilled out of the open flap. "Oh, crap!" I laughed and bent down to pick them up.
"It's okay. I got it," I said. I put his binder and folders back into it, and stopped when I saw a small orange bottle. I picked it up, reading the label.
Antidepressants?
And they were Seth's. I turned towards Mom slowly.
"Mom," I said. She looked up at me and I held up the pill bottle. The smile on her face faded, and she bit her lip. "Mom!"
"He didn't want to worry you! Or anyone else for that matter!" she answered, handing Jayah to Rosalie.
"How long has he been taking these?" I asked. I really wanted to know. I mean, he'd seemed just fine and happy for the past few months. He'd never seemed on edge about anything. And when Jazz came, he'd been way better. But the thing that gets me is...Why wouldn't he tell me?
"I don't know...A couple of months, I guess," she answered, and I turned to Jazmyn.
"Did you know about this?" She shook her head.
"I...He never told me," she whispered, her voice cracking. She rushed over towards Seth and started shaking him. "Seth...Seth...! This isn't funny; wake up!" I ran to the place on the couch where Seth was sleeping. "He's not waking up. Seth, wake up!" He opened his eyes a little...But he looked like he was in a lot of pain. I kneeled down in front of him.
"How many of these did you take?" I asked. I got a groan as a response. "Tell me! How many?" Carlisle rushed over and kneeled beside me.
"I...Dunno. Two...Maybe..." he closed his eyes again.
"I think he's overdosed," Carlisle said more to himself than to me.
"Overdosed! What?" Jazmyn screeched. She shot up from the ground.
"Yes...Emmett, help me get him to the car. Do it quick, we don't have much time left."
"Much time until what?" Jazmyn asked worriedly. She followed them out of the house.
"Rosalie! Watch Jayah for me, please!" I commanded. I didn't wait for an answer and ran out to Carlisle's car. He was climbing in now and he started it. I got in the back, and laid Seth's head on my lap. I wiped away a few tears and watched his pained face.
Jazmyn got in the passenger's seat and we pulled out. She faced the front the whole quick ride to the hospital. Occasionally sniffing and looking through the rear view mirror at us.
Carlisle was on his cell phone for a little bit, barking orders into the speaker. The whole rest of the ride felt like forever. I kept making sure to see if Seth was breathing; it seemed like his breath was getting more and more labored with each passing second.
I blinked more tears out of my eyes.
When we finally got to the hospital, we weren't even out before a nurse threw open the door to the car. Carlisle rushed out to help her get Seth onto a stretcher. After that, they rushed him to a room. I held Jazz's hand the whole time and I pulled her along with me.
The hospital room was chaos; there were so many people running around everywhere and it made me dizzy. There were about two nurses hooking him up to machines, and another taking off his shirt. After that was done, another put little white tabs on him. They were hooked to different wires that led to about a million other machines next to his bed.
"Blood pressure," Carlisle said.
"Not lookin' good, Doc," a nurse answered. All of a sudden, the heart rate monitor's annoying beeping became a continuous high-pitched tone. My eyes widened and tears started to stream down my cheeks.
No, no, NO!
A nurse started to push us out. I stepped back slowly, everything in the hospital going into slow motion. The sounds were muted; the only clue as to what everyone was saying was trying in vain to read their lips. I watched as a man pulled Jazmyn back and out of Seth's room. She was kicking, and runny eyeliner was all over her cheeks. From what I could see, she was screaming, too.
The next thing I knew, I was falling to my knees. It was getting hard to breathe, and I clutched my chest; my lungs begging for air. The fast beating of my heart rang in my ears and the smell of antiseptic invaded my nose.
How could I have let this happen? He was my brother. My baby brother! I'm probably the worst sister on the face of this earth.
I gasped for more air and then my vision started to become dim.
And dimmer...
Dimmer...
Gone.
I wanted to add more, I really did! But this seemed like the best place to end it because I'm starting to really like cliffhangers! Anyway, I'll hopefully have Chapter 33 up and running this week. Remember to review!
~SashaFierce12.0