I Will Follow You

My head spun out of control and it didn't feel like it was ever going to stop. I couldn't keep anything in focus. Whenever I tried to keep focus on something I felt sick, my head couldn't stay up. "Scarlett, wait up." I heard Lynn's voice call out after me. She sounds so far away, how can I hear her?

"SCARLETT!" Vic's screaming voice pulled me out of my trance and I turned towards the direction of his voice. I tried to see where he was but I couldn't. Suddenly I was pulled forward and stumbled to the ground. My eyes adjusted to the person whom pulled me with them and it was Vic.

"What did you do that for?!" I screeched at him. He gave me an incredulous look, I didn't understand what was going on.

"Scarlett you almost got hit by a car!" He shouted back at me. Lynn came running up to us and pulled me to my feet.

"What the Hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" She had the most worried look on her face.

"That's kinda the idea." I giggled at her. She wasn't happy with that comment.

"How much have you drunk tonight?" Vic asked me.

"You're like a broken record Vic. You've already asked me this like an hour ago." I told him.

"And it seems you've consumed a lot more since then." He sounded so biter.

"What do you care huh? I mean lets be real here. Y'all only brought me here because you pity me, that's it. I'm just a joke to you all." I shouted at him. "Oh poor Scarlett she was in a mental hospital and then she died, oh wait no she didn't. She needs our help, she is so alone." I ranted on at them. "I hate this. I hate feeling so fucking empty and broken. Since I woke up I haven't felt an ounce of happiness you know what, I don't think I even deserve it." I choked out. "I wish I was dead and regardless of how you found me last night, I still feel that way. I'm sorry but what the Hell do I really have anymore?" I spat. They both looked at each other and exchanged worried looks.

"We need to get you back to the bus." Lynn shook her head. It broke my heart to see her so upset because of my actions but I couldn't even stop myself anymore. It's like the drugs completely stopped me from making rational decision.

Vic lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder, I didn't even try to fight it because it was pointless. I needed to let them do whatever they felt I needed. I felt sick, not a physical sick. Mentally sick. I guess maybe after all of this I finally realised that maybe I am mentally unstable. I am nothing.

-

Lynn's P.O.V

"How is she?" I asked Vic. He gave me a broken look, one that I've never seen anyone give before. It genuinely killed something in me to see someone so happy be brought down to the pit of despair that he's in.

"She's just crying. She won't stop crying." He sighed loudly, it was a desperate sigh. I could feel how hurt he was from that one little sigh.

"She musta drunk a lot." I mumbled, running my hand over my face.

"Thing is though, I've seen Scarlett drunk many times. This isn't how she acts when drunk." Vic pointed out. I raised an eyebrow. "I think she took something tonight." He frowned.

"Wait like drugs?" I swallowed down, feeling a lump in my throat drag down my oesophagus.

"Yeah." He said softly.

"Maybe she got her drink spiked?" I tried to look at it from the least worrying point of view.

"Maybe, but what if she wasn't? What if she chose to take whatever drugs she took?" Vic looked defeated. Like completely and utterly defeated.

Suddenly Scarlett began screaming loudly, it startled us both so we got up and went to the lounge area where she was lying on the couch. "Scarlett what's wrong?" I asked, kneeling down next to her. Vic mirrored my actions.

"I'm dying." She said frantically. I looked at Vic and shrugged.

"You're not dying Scarlett." Vic told her, grabbing her hand. I watched his face turn from bad to worse.

She sat up and looked around. Her pupils were massive and she looked totally out of it. "What happened to me? I feel so dizzy and cold." She began shaking. I looked at Vic and he ran off to get a blanket.

"It's gonna be okay." I told her. She looked at me as if she had no idea who I was. Suddenly blood began to trickle down her nose and to her chin. "Vic!" I screamed in panic.

"What?" Scarlett looked at me in fear.

Vic came running into the room and looked at Scarlett. His face changed from panicked to almost fucking crying. He ran to her and looked into her eyes. "Scarlett do you feel weird?" He asked. "Well weirder than usual." He corrected himself.

"I feel sick." She said softly, I gave Vic a tissue and he wiped away the blood from her nose and it looked like it had stopped.

"It's okay." He said to me. I sighed in relief, thankful that it wasn't too serious. "But I guess now when know what she took." He said even softer than before.

"What?" Scarlett snapped at Vic. He looked at her with confusion. "What did I take huh?" She was pretty angry.

"You tell me, darling." He retorted. I have never seen Vic react like this before.

Silence filled the room and Scarlett began sobbing again. I sat on the couch next to her and hugged her tightly. "It's gonna be okay." Was the only thing I could bring myself to say.

The door of the bus opened and everyone poured into the lounge area without any sort of warning. Mike looked at me and Scarlett and panic began to consume his facial features. "What's happened?" He stumbled over to us, insanely drunk.

"I'm an idiot that's what!" Scarlett shouted in his face.

"Whoa, what did I miss?" Mike laughed a little.

"Scarlett is high as a kite." Vic folded his arms across his chest, looking so disappointed in her.

"As in weed high or?" Mike looked up at his brother. Vic shook his head slowly and Mike snapped his head back round to look at Scarlett. "What did you take Scar?" Mike demanded, it looked as though he sobered up.

Scarlett began laughing, she put one finger on the side of her nose and mimicked herself snorting something. Mike swallowed down deep and looked at his brother again, whom looked extremely done. "It was fun." She grinned at Mike.

"Scarlett you're gonna get hurt." He said to her sternly. She didn't look bothered at all. She pushed me off her and stood up quickly, she stumbled over to the door and left the bus. "This is gonna be a long night." Mike got up and followed after her.

-

Scarlett's P.O.V

I stumbled outside and as soon as my feet hit the concrete, my whole body followed it. As sad as it sounds, for the first time in a long time I feel weightless. I probably look so tragic but for me I am content being this way. Maybe it's gonna bite me on the ass sometime soon but for now, I am happy. "You look terrible." I heard Mike mumble as he picked me up off the floor.

"I feel great though." I smiled as I looked at him. "Aren't you mad at me?" I asked him, pouting a little.

"I was, until I saw you tonight." He had a sad look on his face. One I had never seen before. "I'm scared for you now." His eyes began to water and it made me feel bad.

"Why?" I asked.

"You're throwing everything away Scarlett." He told me. "You could have Vic at any moment, you know that but you're not gonna drop your guard." He explained. "And now you're diving right into the deep end of shit. This is only gonna push him further away from you." Mike was getting extremely passionate about his words now. "You're losing him Scarlett and he loves you more than you'll ever know. Vic would die for you and you're doing this to him. Say the word and he will drop her." Mike ran a hand through his hair and then readjusted his hand. "Say the word and he will be yours. It's all you have to do." Mike pleaded with me.

"I-I-." I began to say but my stomach thought differently. I turned away and puked up everywhere. Mike pulled my hair back and rubbed my back while I sobbed and spewed my stomach contents all over the parking lot.

"Bus is leaving in 5." Jaime's voice came into earshot. Mike said something to him but I couldn't hear what he said exactly.

"You good to go?" Mike asked me once I stopped being sick. I stood up straight and wiped my mouth. I tried to focus on Mike but my mind went blank, and that's the last thing I remember.

-

I woke up in my bunk; throbbing head, sore throat and a shit ton of regret. I sat up and found myself in someone else's bunk. I turned around to see Vic lying asleep next to me. I felt my heart speed up and my palms begin to sweat. I was wearing one of his shirts also. He began to stir in his sleep and then his eyes opened up. He took a minute to adjust to the light and then looked at me. We didn't say a word at first.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms. He held me tight to his chest and I just cried. Because in this situation, what else can I really do?

Notes

Things are definitely going downhill for Scarlett