Zak POV

I got out of bed and stood up. I felt horrible, not physically, but mentally. I remembered the pills Zelk had given me. I walked to my drawer and picked up my clothes. I had hidden them under my clothes so no one would find them.

I opened the container. I remember what the label says.

Take one everyday.

I put one in my hand and swallowed it with my water.

Oh whatever.

I poured two more in my hand and swallowed them.

Then I heard Darryl call, "Zak, can you come?"

I sighed, was going to ask for answers again. I walked out of my room and into the living room.

"What do you need?" I asked.

I expected him to ask me something but all he said was, "I made breakfast." I was surprised, "Oh okay, thanks."

I walked into the kitchen, still doubtful. They did the same thing to me before but there were pancakes on the table. I smiled and sat down across from Vincent. "Morning." He said.

"Good morning." I replied.

After that I put some pancakes in my plate. But as soon as I took the first bite, I felt dizzy. I clutched my head as it started pounding. "Zak, are you okay?" Vincent asked.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. I got up and ran out of the kitchen, into my bedroom. I ran into the bathroom and begin to throw up.

Take one everyday. I should have listened.

I heard Vincent run into my room. Then I remembered...

My pills. I forgot to hide my pills.