Our Flame

xxxiv

NADIA

I can't help but laugh at something Iris said as her and Maeve help me put away my clothing. Ezra kept his word, we went shopping and stocked up on all the essentials.

Let's hope he'll keep his word about everything else.

It's just like seven years ago, I'm constantly wondering what my brothers are doing. How are they doing?

Iris pulls me from my thoughts; "This chore wheel will be the death of me." She groans. I smile as Maeve laughs.

The guys insisted on buying a chore wheel, I can't blame them. Six people will be living together for the next three months, there should be order.

"Look." Iris shows Maeve and I a picture of the wheel. "Bathrooms." Maeve and I state. "Oh, I got cooking." Maeve smiles.

Iris and I look at her, "Nadia yours isn't bad either, you have lunch set up." Maeve reminds. "Then there's Iris." I joke causing her to jokingly throw a pillow at me.

"This thing is rigged." Iris groans again. "Will you be okay on your own?" Maeve points to the clothes on my bed.

I nod, "Go." I reassure. They both give me a smile as they leave my room. As the door closes, I'm left in my thoughts.

I huff laying back onto the bed, I miss Misha. I practically force myself out of the thoughts of my puppy.

I can't dwell over what I can't change.

Instead I rack my mind on how I know Ezra, I want to remember him. I need to.

For the first time in a while I allow myself to think back to one of my most traumatizing moments.

|mentions of overdosing|

Weak.

Is the one word that continues to echo in my mind, I pull up my shirt staring at the bruises that line my stomach and lower back.

The abuse is never ending with my father, I could do everything right but he will forever have a hatred towards me.

How bad of a daughter could I be, I'm barely fifteen. Tears continue to stream down my face as I look at the pill bottles.

Right now I have a choice; Live or die. The only choice I could ever possibly make for myself.

If doing this makes me weak then so be it. I grab the bottles of pills and pour them down my throat without a second thought.

I fall to my knees trying to force myself to sallow them all. Soon, I feel the consequences of my actions.

I lay flat on my back while the world around me spins and my eyes continuously roll back.

I thought this was supposed to be peaceful.

I feel myself start to foam at the mouth but I don't allow myself to move, I stay on my back starting to welcome all these foreign feelings.

My body soon starts to shake and I make no move to stop it, but my eyes open as I hear sirens outside. It's not long until the sound fades in and out of my ears.

The next feeling that hits is chills- my whole body starts to shiver.

I hear the door downstairs open, still I don't move- I can't move. My vision starts to get blurry and my eyelids soon feel heavy.