Zeta's POV

When I came too, I heard this strange beeping noise and white took over my vision. I rubbed my eyes and realized I was in a hospital. My friends were all around me and there were two nurses. I tried to sit up but they stopped me.
"What happened?" I asked drearily.
"We found a rusty nail in your arm which caused an infection leading to you passing out. And we ran some tests which came back revealing you are extremely under weight." the nurse replied.
I blushed, completely embarrassed.
"Zeta!?" says Jax "What have you been doing?"
"I uhh.... umm..."
"I'm going to have to ask you guys to leave, too much stress could lead to her fainting again." the other nurse stated.
Upset, Jax and the others left my balloons, flowers, candy, and such down before exiting the room.
"Sorry, Miss Taylor, but we are going to have to ask you why the nail was in your arm."

I couldn't lie to them so I told them everything including why I was "under weight," which I don't understand how I could ever be under weight.

Then they left to talk to the doctor who came back twenty minutes later and diagnosed me with depression. No shit Sherlock! Do you know what the FUCK I've been through!? Jesus, these people are idiots! Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me!?

I got out of the hospital three days later with my arm wrapped and everybody still interrogating me about what I did. I told them nothing more.

I don't know what's gonna happen between Jax and I. He made his choice so I need to learn to accept it. But in my Spanish class, I caught myself draw in a Z + J with a heart all over my notebook and Señor Valdez came up to my desk and slapped it. "Thank you for volunteering to translate Senorita Taylor."
"Uh... okay... er... Sí, sí," I walked up to the front of the classroom and swallowed hard before reading the page "Nosotros estamos cansado porque el teatro es abierto" I sighed of relief. I did it.

But before I could return to my seat, he asked me, "And what does that mean, Senorita Taylor?"
"Um... we are sad because the movie theatres are closed?"
"No! No! No! It means 'We are happy because the theatre is open! You're all backwards! You'll see me after class!"

I trudged back to my seat trying my best to ignore everyone's giggles. It was so humiliating! Why does everything always happen to me?

The bell rang and everyone exited like there was a fire, but I approached Sr. Valdez's desk slowly. "What's been going on with you lately, Zeta?"
"I was in the hospital," I replied flatly.
"I'm aware," he says "but why?"
"My weight an my arm got an infection."
"Look, Zeta. I don't pick on you just to pick on you, but your struggling in your classes and its my job as your teacher to check on you. But I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."
"I-I'm fine..."
He just sighed, "Well, if you ever want to talk, my door is always open... abierto."
I forced a smile, "Gracias."

I left to my next class and had the same conversation with every single one of my teachers for the rest of the day. I received medication to handle my depression, but in all honesty, it's made me more bipolar than normal. My emotions are literally everywhere! I don't know what to do...

Jax's POV

I tested Zeta telling her to meet me at the fence, but she never replied. I went there anyway, but she actually showed up.

I can't believe she'd been doing this to herself and I never knew! She's starved herself, cut herself, and stabbed a rusty nail in her arm! How could I had been so blind? I know there's something I can do to help, but I just don't know what.

"Zeta, do you want to go to the dance with me?"
"What about your girlfriend?"
"Were just going as friends so I doubt she'll mind."
"Oh... okay. Sure,"
"Cool, see you there!"

But when Jessie found out about it, all hell broke through.
"You're cheating on me!?"
"No! We're just going as friends!"
"What about me!? Maybe I wanted to go with my boyfriend!"
"She's been going through a lot so I wanted to help a friend out. But... Okay, I'm sorry I'll... cancel!"

I had spent that whole day trying to figure out how I was going to do it but all I could think of was, "Sorry Zeta, but I'm gonna have to cancel," I texted.
"What!? You literally just asked me!"
"I'm sorry, Jessie wanted me to go with her instead."
"Whatever Jax. Go ahead and lead me on then turn around and be a DICK like everyone else in my life!"
"Zeta, I'm sorry, that's not what I'm trying to do."
"Just leave me the fuck ALONE dude!"
"Zeta?... Zeta?"

Zeta didn't show up to school for days and everyone was worried. Apparently, her aunt was off on a business trip, so when Emerson, Ryan, and I went over there to check on her no one answered. But we snuck in through one of the windows.
"Zeta!? Zeta!?" We called.
Then we heard a loud noise and rushed into her room.
"Zeta!?"
Emerson opened the closet and gasped, "Oh my God! Zeta no!"
She was attempting suicide.

The three of us rushed up to her and took her down from the rope. She fainted, but she was alive... barely. "Come on you guys, she's dying!" I lifter her up "Ryan, go get a blanket!" He sprinted to the living room and returned with a quilt and wrapped it around her. Zeta's neck was purple and she was as pale as a ghost. I handed Emerson my keys, "Here, go start my car!" She tool them while I attempted CPR or anything really. I tried until I heard the engine go and I got her to the car and we rushed her to the hospital.

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