"Random bitch?" She asked, while entangling her hands on him.
We were looking at each other, straight in the eyes. I was waiting for Stephen's answer, as he was stiffed to see me. That reaction...as if he was caught. I don't know why my hands were shaking when he told her that I was just a random bitch.
He knows that I am not that kind of person. He know me.
"Let's just go, Andrea," he insisted.
But the woman replied too. "Then why is she staring hard at us like that?"
"Know why?" My voice sounded so hoarse. "Because that is my boyfriend you are hanging with right now."
Everyone went surprised by my own revelation. Even Stephen. Funny that he himself was surprised too, as if he was not aware that he is my boyfriend.
Andrea started to get confused.
"Do you...know this girl?"
That made him difficult to answer. And it pained me. It pained me so much I was left dumbfounded and cannot answer straight.
We were just standing there, inside the mall, as we make a scene once again. This felt familiar. The same embarrassing moment I had. And now it appears like this time, I cannot handle it anymore.
"Stephen?" Andrea called once more.
"I don't know her," he insist.
"But you 'know' me..." My voice started to shaken, a sign that I was about to cry.
"I do..." Stephen whispered. "But I tend to know her better."
The girls gasped at my back. Aubrey was the first one who reacted and whispered back at Jameeka.
"Why is he denying her?"
"I never even knew Jade has a boyfriend like that!" Jameeka hissed.
"Stephen—"
"Jade," he calmly said, then let go his hand with Andrea for a while. It breaks my heart seeing that, for my hands used to fit in there before. Seeing it closer like this feels more than hell.
"I'm sorry," he said.
No.
I started to cry.
"It's just that...I don't want to hurt you, because like what you said, I know you. And I know you so much I am afraid breaking up will hurt you."
"Which is why you proceed of hiding it to me and falling in love with another woman?"
"Jade...this setup," he confessed. "It's not good for me anymore."
And that...was the most traumatic line I've ever heard in my life. Aside from all the violence and hurtful words I am receiving from my father.
"Because...you changed. And I cannot reach the Jade I used to love before. I cannot stand it anymore to be supporting you something that is not acceptable."
His words are still calculative. Stephen doesn't want to say any word that would give my friends any hint about me.
Aubrey and Jameeka started to murmur behind me.
"You should've tell me you're giving up at least..." I gave up and cried in front of him, letting those tears run down like waterfalls.
"I'm sorry."
"What did I do so wrong for you to cheat?" I whimpered. I don't care anymore whether I'll caught people's attention or what not. As of the moment, his words are the one that matters the most, and the only thing I can hear now.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, with much more conviction. "You know it, Jade. You know how I love you."
"What did you say?" Andrea tried to touch him but Aubrey was the first one to back up.
"Hey bitch! Don't you dare shove your ass if you're not in the picture!—"
"Aubrey," she was surprised when I stopped her. "That's enough."
"But, she's the real bitch here because!—"
"That's enough," I said, trying to compose myself as I searched for the way out. I badly need to get out, away from them, because my hands are badly trembling, and my throat started to itch, it feels dry.
"Now excuse me. I'll be going to the comfort room."
"Let's go," Jameeka initiated. But I stopped them. Glad they didn't followed. I just left all of them there and I didn't look back. I just can't look back any more.
My vision was blurred because I was crying hard but I know it was a comfort room that I entered. I immediately pull my bag and hurled my things out, searching for something I shouldn't do.
"Where is it..." I mumbled, hustling around to find my medication. I use to bring it all the time inside my bag since I cannot handle myself whenever my migraine attacks and it sucks to be suffering right at this moment.
"Where is it!" I screamed, going hysterical. My breath is decreasing, and my head is pumping so hard I think I might die.
Die.
Right. If I could only, right now.
Die, away from this, away from embarrassment, from people hating me; to my boyfriend who labeled me a random bitch; and to my father who never did nothing but just pure violence towards my family.
I stared at the mirror.
I was never been this broken, and ugly.
I hate myself so much.
My eyes finally find a little bottle for my medication, but it wasn't for my migraine, though it was a painkiller. I'm not a doctor, but I am so desperate to kill this headache inside me so I stared at the mirror one last time and took a deep breath.
Now I opened the bottle and count all the pills on the lavatory. Thirteen in total.
'Drink only the amount prescribed by doctors...' It says.
And just like that, something terrible clicked on my mind.
I cleared my throat and closed my eyes. Then I count one to ten before I took the urge to grab all the pills and swallow it.
I hurriedly open the tap and drink the water, feeling the bumps from the pills go down on my throat. I was in a hurry the water even spilled on my chest, and it wet my uniform.
As I was done, I opened my eyes and steer myself at the mirror. I was panting really hard, no fear at all after purposely overdosing myself with this painkiller.
I fixed my hair a little and decided to go inside a cubicle.
"Oh my god!" I screamed when I saw a guy inside, taking a pee.
"Woah!" He turned to see me and the tone of my scream went even higher as I saw him holding his dick.
"GROSS!" I shout.
"Why the fuck you're inside the men's comfort room?!"
I stopped in the middle. "Men's what?" My eyes searched around the corner and I noticed that I was not really in ladies' cubicle. Oh my god. This js why I hate myself when I'm having a migraine, to the point that I can't comprehend and distinguish which is the correct room. Ugh.
Good thing there were no other people inside, I'm not sure. So I hurriedly pack and jammed all my things inside my bag and went out, before some guy even enter and think I'm a pervert or what.
My phone rang, and I saw Aubrey calling me. But I didn't answer it, instead, I shut down my phone and went into another direction where they would not be able to locate me anymore, and then I headed home.
Malcolm wasn't on his apartment when I exchange my clothes. My body was so heavy I the know why took me few minutes to finally go back home.
"Mom..." I said, trying to composed myself, as if I haven't had the worst episode in my life.
I checked my watch and it says 6:40 PM. "I'm home."
But no one is answering. I went inside the living room and saw Emerald crying on one side, both of her hands were on her ears, holding herself not to cry.
"What happened?!" I cried in horror as I knelt down on my knees. "Emerald!"
"Mo-mommy..." She said, can't even look at me in fear.
"Where is she?!"
I stood up and hurriedly went towards the kitchen. But there was no trace of prsence. Until I heard the terrifying voice of my father inside my room.
"Fuck you, you're worthless!" Then followed by a loud thump. I heard a woman screamed then my father went back on screaming again.
"You can't even do your fucking job correct, when I was all out there trying my best to earn money, here you are, questioning me why I am using some of it for my gambling!"
He throwed something I don't know it sounded so heavy, my head started aching again.
"For fuck's sake, this is my money!"
"Leonard, please!" My mother begged.
"Shut the fuck up!" Then followed by multiple of things crashing inside my room.
That was the last set of sound I heard before everything started to spin, loosing my balance a little. I grip unto something but the chair was way too far from me. My head was pounding so fucking hard and I helplessly punched it with my fist just to stop it.
"No..." I started to chase my breathings. "Please...stop..."
I fell to the ground and my bag went open, making my things scattered around.
"It should take effect now..." I cried. I should be dying due to overdose now. I cannot take it anymore.
Still breathing hard, I searched for my bottle to grab more pills.
"Fuck, where are you...fuck..." I mumbled. There was no trace of Emerald anymore on the living room.
Until my hands finally reached it.
But something is wrong.
I wiped my tears, wasn't sure if my vision was just blurry because the color of the cover of this bottle versus the bottle of my painkiller medicine that I used to have is completely different.
"What's this..."
I take a closer look around the bottle. It doesn't say anything about painkiller. That's where it caught my attention to stop from crying.
"Vitamin?" As I read the caption. It was color orange, and there was a smiling face as its logo. Since when did I have this inside my bag?
My hands rotate the bottle, looking for the caution about getting overdose. But there js none. That's weird.
I look for more signs until my eyes landed to the manufacturer.
"Light Pharmaceuticals?"
3RD Person's POV
"Will that make you kill if you went overdose?" Noah, who was typically curious for every single thing, asked Alec.
The boys inside the Heartthrob Guild were all busy, minding their own business.
"Any medicine is not good for your health if you take too many." He replied.
"I see," Noah nod. "What's the story behind, though?"
"That...is not my business anymore."
"I doubt she was not planning to get herself overdose," Chace suddenly joined the conversation. "Or maybe you guys overdosed in pleasure, huh."
"Stupid," Alec replied. Chace wasn't offended at all and even manage to laugh.
"So why did you chose to help if she's not your business?" Noah continued asking.
"It's because she's suicidal." The guy simply answered. "She simply didn't wanted to take all of those pills." He said, while rotating the bottle in his hands. "I've seen her closed her eyes."
"That's rough," Noah felt sad, it was obvious at his tone. "Good thing you saved her life."
"Good thing?" Alec repeated, Noah didn't get what he meant.
"The one that needs to be save here is her heart," From being bubbly and jerk among the boys, Chace suddenly commented seriously this time.
"Talk about the playboy," Alec replied. Noah laughed, as Chace pouted his lips. Since he was the most clingy, possessive, childish, and the most immatured among the group, he automatically hugged Alec, but his arms were so strong he make sure no person will be able to get closer to him, not even an inch.
"So she didn't noticed she already entered the guy's comfort room because she was crying hard that time," Noah tried to connect the dots. "You were there at the same time, and took the opportunity to switch the medications to vitamins while her eyes were closed...hmm."
"Yeah."
"So, what's her name?"