Zoey's P.O.V.

"Zoey! Zoey, please wake up!" My dad shook me.

I sat up, slowly. "Hmm?"

"Oh... Thank Goodness you're OK." He hugged me. "You were shaking and holding you're head."

"I... I was?" I asked him. Only remembering Mal in my room.

"Yes. I called you down for dinner, but there was no answer and you didn't come down. So I came up to check on you and you didn't answer."

"Oh...oh." Did anything that I just saw happen? I thought it over as to what happened. I shook my head. "Dad, can I get a moment to rest. I promise I'll come down in just a few minutes."

"Alright, but if you're not down in five minutes I'm coming up again." He got up and walked out the room, tossing a few looks back at me.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I thought it over. We were talking, and he kissed me... then, I remember he wrapped his fingers around my neck.

I stopped there, knowing that was the proof that whatever happened was just another break down of mine. I know it isn't healthy for me stay away from him. But I'm going to break this. I can't have my life revolving around him.

"Hey Dad. Told you I'd be fine." I smiled to him, sitting on the other side of him at the table. "Sorry about that. I think I had a nightmare." Which wasn't necessarily a lie.

My dad watched me as we started to eat, as though I was going to break down right in from of him. I very well could have, and I'm really glad I didn't.

But, his watch started to bother me. I was already stressed over my little episodes and other people finding out about them, I didn't need to be constantly watched and have everything worse for me.

I put down my fork and looked up at him. "Did you need something?"

I know, I know. It was unlike me to get mad at my dad, especially just because he was worried about me. But, what do you expect? I already had tons of thoughts swirling through my head, and I was just tired of it all.

My dad's eyes widened in surprise. "No... no, I was just making sure you were going to be OK."

"I am fine." I practically said through gritted teeth. "There is nothing wrong with me."

He was silent, but didn't say anything.

Even though, in reality, I knew there was fear and worry for me in his eyes, I didn't think of it like that and yelled at him. "Stop looking at me like I'm crazy! I'm not!"

I got up from the table and ran to my room. I leaned against the wall of my room and held my head in my hands. When I head my dad's knock, I ignored it. Instead, I was out the window before he said a word.

"Zoey?" I heard him call. But I kept going. I would come back... maybe in a few days. But I needed to be away from everyone. Anyone who might make me think of Mal... or my friends... or my family.

A few days later...

Feeling better, and slightly lonely, I got up from the place I had called home for the last few days and walked home. I wasn't even that far, but it was enough for people to not find me. I can't even recall the details of it now.

I felt in my pocket for the key I had slipped in before leaving. I unlocked the door and saw my dad asleep at the dining room table. I didn't want to bother him, but I moved him into a more comfortable position and picked up the newspaper he was reading. I found myself with the caption reading, "TOTAL DRAMA CONTESTANT MISSING FOR TWO WEEKS."

Two weeks?! I thought it had been three days! How could I have missed 11 days? I know I had a few panic attacks while I was away... but how long did those last without someone waking me up?

"Zoey?" My dad had an eye open. He smiled before closing them again. "How nice of my mind to make up that you came back again."

"No! Dad, I'm here! I'm so sorry I left." I shook him awake again.

He opened his eyes. Dad straightened himself up. "You really are here? I... I can't believe it. Why did you leave in first place?"

"I can't tell you, Dad. I don't think it's the best idea." I lowered my eyes.

"Zoey, how could you leave?" His voice went from his normal caring to mad. Really mad. "You don't even understand how worried me and your friends have been! You're life is so good, you have friends, a good home, a father, and you're practically famous. What could possibly encourage you to run away?"

I got mad again. "You don't know what problems I've been having. You don't understand, and you'll never understand what it's like. I doubt many people do."

"What could you possibly be going through that is so horrible." He asked me, crossing his arms.

"I'll tell you this: I thought I was gone only for three days." I told him, then went back to my room. My dad didn't come to check on me. I didn't run away again, but I doubt that I won't again.

Soooo? Good chapter? Yes, no? Sorry Mal wasn't in it at all, but I figure it would just be better like this. Tell me what you think! Also, leave suggestions for a title (It can be pretty general, as long as it has something to, you know, the story.) I suck at them... and summaries. But, uh, you know. I'm going to take a little break before starting the sequel because I'm going to be away from a computer for about two weeks, so it'll be hard to keep up to stories, one of which I post two chapters a day, with only a phone.

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