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Another

Another. Another. All I can do. I need another. I thought to myself. I had already taken 8. I couldn't find any more. But I needed another. Anything to take the blank fucking thoughts and feeling go away, just for a moment.
"Genesis? Oliver is here. Are you decent?"
My mom slurred and knocked on the door.
"Yea mom send him in."
I nervously choked hurrying to hide everything under my pillow.
The door turned open and he walked in and sat down next to me.
"I know you're not doing better. I can tell. Doctor said you were improving. Why would she say that? I can see you're not, clear as day." He accused.
"How do you even know that?" I asked, overlooking everything he just said.
"I know where your mom keeps her important files." He smirked.
"Of course you would." I smiled, the tingle of happiness leaving in half an instant.
"But I'm happy to know you're doing better on your body." He said looking down at my legs and arms, scars showing, nothing new.
"But honestly that doctor doesn't know anything. She needs to get her phd or-" he started, interrupted by the first one. The first cough. I felt weird. Then another one. All of a sudden I was choking. Heaving. I fell on the floor, grabbing my stomach, my foamy spit running down my face.
"Oh dear god Genesis!" He gasped dropping next to me.
"Mrs. Deluna! Come help! Please!" He shouted grabbing my hand.
"What happened?" He almost whispered.
"I need another" I mumber, barely saying that before I lost control of my body. My mom rushed in but everything was a blur. Everything except the face of Oliver. He was hurt. He knew. He slowly got up and looked under my pillow, in the pouch I used to hide my razors. He found it. I could tell by the hurt, disappointed look on his face. He dropped it on the floor. The empty pill bottle.

Short chapter I know but hella excite for this one.