Zoey's P.O.V.
"Zoey, this isn't going to be healthy."
"What isn't?" I asked her, packing my stuff. The season had ended and all of us were going home. Mal had left me alone.
"Keeping away from Mal. You need him. You're going to have another one of your episodes." Dawn told me.
"Episodes? I'm perfectly healthy without him." I didn't mention the constant headache I had been having for a week.
"You're lying." Dawn frowned at me. It's times like this where I regret having a best friend who can practically read my mind.
"So I've had a little headache, it's not that bad." To be honest, the headache wasn't even that bad. It was just enough for me to notice it.
Dawn frowned again, but didn't reply.
There was a moment of silence before Dawn said, "Look, I understand you're mad at him for the way he was acting, but that's just what it is going to be like. Not only is it just his personality, but his mind is changing. A part of it is disappearing."
"If it's part of his personality then I don't think it would be good to stay with someone who's like that." I pointed out, sliding my bag under the bed.
"Zoey, as much as I would perfer you to stay with Mike, it's just not going to end well if you keep avoiding Mal."
"Whatever. I'm taking a nap. Wake me up when it's time to leave." I crossed my arms and waited for her to leave.
Dawn slowly nodded and left the room. I laid down on my bed.
Mal's P.O.V.
I paced my empty room. I could only think about what she told me. Yes, I cared about her. I just about loved her. But it was hard for me to leave my normal ways where only hate and maliciousness existed. Unconsciously, I left my room and traveled down the hall. I found myself in front of Cameron's room, which he shared with Brick.
I knew what the part of my mind had thought to do. Something to bring the evil back out of me, but I didn't want to hurt Zoey.
At that thought, I felt myself falling and I knew someone was trying to take control. Zoey was weakening me. If I didn't keep myself occupied with terrorizing everyone, I would get just as sick as Mike is.
I opened the room without thinking and saw Cameron on his bed reading.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, getting up from his spot.
I cracked my knuckles and grinned at him. All bravery he had, left him and he cowered in front of me.
Zoey's P.O.V.
We ended up going home with the terrible news that Cameron was hurt. It wasn't any worse than what you get on Total Drama, but you can get hurt pretty badly there too. I mean, Cameron was in a full body cast at one point on the show!
I have a pretty good idea as to how it happened. He must not realize that beating up my best friend doesn't help his case. All I want is for everything to go back to normal. I want Mal to have stayed hidden in Mike, so that I never fell in love with him. I don't want Mike to be gone forever, but I also don't want to face him. I hate all of this. It's so much to deal with. All I'm doing is pushing away people trying to help me, like Dawn. I wish I could curl up in a ball and vanish off the face of the Earth.
Maybe when I finally get home, I'll ask Chris if my dad and I can move. I may have to make new friends, but I've done it before. It'll all be OK, right?
Who was I kidding? Chris wouldn't let me leave. He'd pull out a contract and somehow he'd beat even Courtney's lawyers just because my life hates me.
I opened my front door to see my dad nervously pacing the hallway. He turned to see me standing there and ran over, engulfing my in a hug. I smiled, happy my dad was back to caring about me. It still made me wonder why he had just shut himself away from me those last couple of days.
"Zoey, Zoey!" He held me close, with my head against his chest. "Thank Goodness, you're OK. You were screaming and then gone... and I... where did you go? What happened?"
"They didn't tell you?" I asked, pulling away so I could look at him. "They didn't call you or anything?"
He shook his head. "No, why? Was it anything to serious?"
I considered telling my dad, then figured it was best if less people knew that I was having these episodes. It was more likely they'd find out why if more people knew.
"No, nothing to serious. I got scared by something in the back and ran onstage screaming. It was just a prop though. I was, uh, helping out with the season on the island those few episodes I was gone. In the back and stuff, so I wasn't ever on camera." I gave a little nervous laugh.
My dad frowned, but slowly nodded. "Oh, um, OK. Do you want me to help with your stuff?" He gestured to my suitcase.
"No, but thank you. I'm going to go get reacquainted with my room. Call me down when it's time for dinner." I smiled to him before going up to my room.
In my room, I was talking to myself while putting away my clothes. "Maybe if I can get 'Commando Zoey' to come back out I'll be fine. She's able to handle things better than me."
I sighed and put down a tank top. "What am I going to do? If I keep pulling away from him, I might have another episode and the next thing I know I'll be in a mental hospital with Dawn and my Dad visiting every Tuesday."
I heard a laugh and froze.
"I have an idea." I felt someone grab my wrist and spin me around.
"Mal, I though I told you to leave me alone." I grabbed my hand away.
"You said to stop stalking you. And I did stop."
"You broke into my house!" I almost shouted, before realizing my dad would come up to check on me if I did.
"And how is that any different than the time you broke into my house?" He asked.
"I didn't. I knocked on the window and you let me in." I scoffed, crossing my arms.
"Isn't that when all this started. The first time you had one of you panic attacks?" He asked, getting closer to me.
I blushed. "Stop it. Go away, Mal."
"I'm afraid I can't. If you want me to really go away- and by that I mean forever- I'd have to stay by you." He told me.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm your weakness, and you're mine." He gently took me in before he pressed his lips against mine.
That was supposed to end differently, but I couldn't find a way to put it in without it sounding kind of awkward. So, yay! One more chapter, and I'm starting the sequel. I already have the whole thing planned out... That's a lie, I only know what the first few chapters will be about. Thanks for reading! Please review the good and bad stuff and I'll try and have the last chapter up by tomorrow or the day after.