Page 96 of Quiet Obsession
I drag my pillow closer, wrap both arms around it and hide my face, eyes closed tight like maybe that’ll stop theimages resurfacing.
Why did I let Dash drag me to the common room? I didn’t want to go, but he wouldn’t takenofor an answer, and... I wanted to see Creed.
Even though he’s been avoiding me and I expected glares, stares, and even him leaving, I wanted that calmness his presence evokes. He makes my existence so much easier.
Hemadeit easier.
Now it’s impossible because a cold hand reached into my chest and squeezed my heart when I saw him touch that girl.
I didn’t evenknowI felt anything other than lust for Creed, but that sinking feeling, that bitter realization of being discarded, and these tears that won’t fucking quit are telling a different story.
I lie there, listening to the wind pressing against the window and the distant sound of music bleeding through the wall.
God, I just want to sleep.
I’ve been crying for an hour. How much longer?
My eyes land on the bedside drawer. There’s a bottle of pills inside. A bottle I’ve had for months and haven’t opened once, dragging myself away from that ledge every time.
I could take one.
I’m not an addict. One won’t do me any harm. It’ll calm me down and help me sleep. I don’t want to die tonight any more than I wanted to die the night I overdosed. I just needed my head to stop replaying Evan’s words.
I grabbed Mom’s sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet and swallowed one, but it didn’t work, so I took another.
Maybe they were too weak?
After another two, sleep still wasn’t coming, just blurry vision.
Maybe my hysteria was burning the pills off before they could work? Like alcohol and adrenaline.
I swallowed another three, my limbs growing weak, head lolling from side to side, but still no sleep.
Maybe they’d expired and lost their potency?
I finished the bottle.
But one isn’t a whole bottle. I can takeone.
Sitting up, I wipe my face, staring at the drawer. My heart’s beating so loud it’s all I hear. Hyde made me promise I’d reach out if this happened and so far, I’ve kept that promise...
But I don’t want him to worry.
My fingers brush the handle, and my breath hitches, Hyde’s promises bouncing through my skull.
When someone makes you uncomfortable, run, okay?
Don’t push yourself, sis.
You don’t have to be strong.
You’re fragile, Millie.
I won’t let you down again, I promise.
Trust me to take care of you.
Let me help.
