Scarlett sat in her room. On the rare occasion when neither Topher nor Amy were bothering her, she liked to sit and read. It was hard for her to focus though, she was simply overthinking to pay attention to what she was reading. Scarlett wondered what they were doing right now that didn't require her presence, specifically what Amy was doing. The three were all very close to each other, but Amy seemed to confide in Scarlett the most. The two were constantly talking. When something happened, Amy would go to Scarlett first, but Samey's second suicide attempt marked the first time she chose to speak to Topher about something before her. Was Amy getting tired of her? Why would she care? Scarlett wasn't supposed to get attached to her, nor was she supposed to see her as anything but an acquaintance. Scarlett never had any friends growing up. Amy was the first person to constantly invest her time into her, even if she only talked about herself. It's not like she lost friends after the show, so why did she start paying so much attention to Scarlett? Her bedroom door was opened by her dad, who had a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm back from work."

He said softly. Scarlett nodded her head and proceeded to go back to her book.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Mhm."

Scarlett stayed focused on her book.

"I'm having dinner with Justine tomorrow night."

Justine was her dad's new girlfriend. While Scarlett was sure she was a nice woman, she slightly resented her dad for moving on too quickly. Her mother only died last year, so Scarlett would take a while to accept somebody new.

"I want you and Stevie to come with me. She has a son your age."

His tone stayed calm as Scarlett started getting visibly more tense. Scarlett mostly chose to block the idea of Justine out of her mind, but having to meet her in person would make that process a lot more difficult.

"Okay."

Scarlett's eyes stayed locked on her book. Her father stood in the doorway for a moment before eventually turning around and leaving her room. He shut the door behind him as Scarlett decided to put her book away and try to fall asleep. She turned the lamp on her bedside table off but not before checking her phone for any messages. Nobody.

Amy could spot paparazzi from outside the hospital window. She had been in that room for about 4 hours. Maybe she should've just cheered at the game tonight. Maybe it would've been better than being stuck in a stuffy hospital room with her mom and sister. Samey being unconscious made the hospital trip a bit more bearable. Amy peered over at her mother, who was repeatedly looking out of the window, and looking back at Samey.

"Do you want anything from the vending machine?"

Amy asked, to no response. She scoffed before sitting up from her chair and walking out of the room. Amy turned her head to her sister's hospital bed, where she lay. Amy stared at her for a moment before leaving the room. Samey trying to kill herself wasn't anything new, but it never actually worked. Maybe she was actually dead? Amy sighed at the thought of having to heat her own frozen pizzas. Maybe she could turn Samey's room into another closet. She was trying to look at the positive. Amy pulled a crumpled-up dollar bill out of her purse and put it into the vending machine before thinking about what Jo told her the night before. She hadn't calorie counted since middle school, maybe that was finally starting to show. Amy's weight was the least of her problems right now. She smiled at the fact that she didn't have to cheer at that stupid football game. Amy grabbed her Dr Pepper out of the slot before hearing frantic conversations coming from down the hallway. She walked back over to the hospital room to see her mother and the nurses circling the hospital bed. Samey was awake. Amy stayed in the doorframe as the other twin slowly turned her head to face her.

"Ugh…Who invited you."

Samey slurred, slowly pointing towards her sister. Amy still stood in the doorway, glaring at her.

"You seriously tried again? At least put a pizza in before you swan dive out of your bedroom window."

The nurses slowly started to exit out of the room, leaving the three.

"Sorry, I forgot your fatass was coming home."

"Samantha."

Their mother interrupted them. The two continued exchanging glares before they heard a loud buzzing coming from somebody's phone.

"Amy, please don't argue with your sister. I need to go take a phone call."

She stepped out of the hospital room, leaving Sammy and Amy by themselves.

"So…I assume you were the one who found me."

Sammy said, scratching her arm.

"Nope. Topher came over and saw you."

Amy smirked as her sister looked up at her, completely frozen.

"He did…?"

Sammy was starting to get shaky.

"Yeah, he was like freaking out. Maybe consider that next time you backflip onto the pavement."

"Don't try that shit with me, I'll kill you."

"And what are you gonna do? You can't even kill yourself."

Sammy scoffed.

"Why are you even here?"

"I wanted to get out of cheering at the game tonight."

Sammy looked at her sister's drink.

"Is that Dr pepper… Can I have a sip?"

"Fuck no."

"I'm literally on my deathbed."

"And who's fault is that?"

Amy checked the time on her phone. It was already 9:30 PM.

"Can you tell the doctors to hurry up? I hate going to bed late."

"I wish. I need my weed."

Amy glanced at her sister, realizing this was the first time she'd seen her sober in almost a year.

"Maybe Mommy left her car keys in here. You could drive us home now if you get me off these wires and stuff."

"And why would I take you? Also isn't that like… Illegal?"

After Amy spoke, their mother walked in with two other nurses.

"Samantha Preston?"

A nurse asked with a clipboard in her hand as Sammy slowly turned her head to face her.

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Pretty good, just tired."

The nurse continued scribbling down on her clipboard.

"We ran a couple more tests, We think you're good to be discharged."

Sammy smiled and sat up on the hospital bed. The other nurse scurried over to her bed, holding pamphlets.

"Here are some pamphlets, to help give you some resources whenever you feel this way."

The nurse gently smiled before running out of the room. The drive home was awkward. The car was mostly silent until Amy decided to speak.

"Which window did you jump out of? I don't remember your bedroom window being that high. Not high enough to put you in a coma or whatever happened."

She asked, turning her head to the backseat. Expecting a response from her sister, she heard her mother speak instead.

"Most of the injuries came from an overdose. The doctors found a concerning amount of marijuana in her system."

"A little weed never hurt anyone."

Sammy shrugged.

"Yes, but 500 milligrams of Benadryl have."

Amy nearly chuckled at the interaction but remembered all the empty boxes of Benadryl she had seen in Samey's room the night she had found her. She opened her phone to text Scarlett like usual whenever something happened—good, bad, mediocre, anything. Scarlett was basically her therapist, but Amy's message received no response.

Scoffing, she opened Instagram to be bombarded with pictures of the football game she was supposed to be cheering at. It would've been better than sitting in that hospital room with Samey. Amy decided to keep it in her mind for next time, not to skip cheer for her sister's funeral, there was no way she could fail to kill herself three times, and Amy had no doubts that she would do it again. Amy's phone buzzed.

[TOPHER]

[ARE U STILL AT THE HOSPITAL?]

[NO. WE'RE DRIVING BACK NOW.]

[SHE GOT DICHARGED?]

[YUP.]

Topher sat in his bed and stared at his phone. He couldn't stop thinking about that phone call and what their mom even wanted him for. She wasn't the best mom from what he heard so it's unlikely she's super upset about the attempted suicide. Even if she was mad, why would she take it out on him? Topher had zero involvement in Samey's life. Maybe Samey was trying to get him involved. He tried remembering what the scars looked like, in hopes of identifying how old they were, but it was no use. Amy's mom wants to talk to him. Alone. Most likely about her daughter's suicide attempt, which was none of Topher's business. He sighed and tossed his phone across the bed, as he continued staring at the ceiling.

Sky was looking through some of the boxes downstairs. She lost one of her first trophies which she planned on putting in her display case. This search was interrupted by her younger brother peeking over at her from the corner of the living room.

"Hey, Jordan!"

She exclaimed at her brother as he just slowly turned his head away.

"Is everything alright?"

Sky asked, her tone getting heavier.

"I'm fine, I just really don't like it here."

"How come?"

Sky left the boxes, walking over to put a hand on her brother's shoulder.

"Nobody at school even knew I was there! It's so small here it feels like one big inside that I'm not a part of.

"I get it."

"No, you don't! You're basically a celebrity!"

Jordan snapped pushing her hand off his shoulder.

"Not always. People didn't care about me in middle school either. You just have to figure out what you love to do, and the right people will come to you."

Sky let out a slight smile.

"I bet you're good at so many things, you just have to figure out what they are. And you'll make more friends if you're doing more stuff around school."

Jordan slowly tilted his head away from his sister.

"Hey, It's gonna be okay. Just try to focus on yourself, okay?"

He moved his head back to look at Sky and gave a slight smile.

"Okay."

She hugged him as he ran up the stairs back to his bedroom.