Well, they say..dreams come true. But for me, I feel like I can't I'm bound by a strait jacket.
I lay on my bed. My pink wrinkled pokadot sheets that I'm under provide no warmth. My black hair is greasy... If my water hasn't been shut down I would have washed it a long time ago...my green hazel eyes stare blankley at the wall in front of me. A take a deep breathe.
It'll make it better...I think to myself. It will all be over soon, I hear another voice hiss in my mind. But all I'm thinking about is The suicide I'm about to attempt. I held the knife in my left hand. I sat up against my bed board.
A shed a tiny tear. Buttercup dont do it...a sweet sounding voice said from my mixed twisted mind. I shook my head trying to keep the voice out.
I let another yet another tear escape my eye...
I looked at the small yet sharp knife in my hand. I nodded.
My mind went blank as I watched helpless as my hands took over and the knife jabbed me In the stomach it was hard to count how many times I was doing it..1..2..- I blacked out and my world...everyone ..everything didn't matter as I slipped away into another world.
I woke up. My eyes widened. Why am I alive,this is not what I wanted is all I thought, over and over.
I was in a tiny hospital room. My dad must have found me when he came home.. Who ever saved me wasn't there, "Hello!" A peppy blonde. Blue eyed nurse walked in. "Um..hi." I tried to speak. I was in a hospital gown. I tried to look down to see my stomach ... My blonde nurse led my hand away as if saying.."no you don't want to see"
She sat down next to me,
She cried a little. I sat there in
Pain. Weak. Tired.
"Why?" She suddenly said. "Why what..?" I sadly asked. "Why did you do it..?" The blonde nurse shed 3 tears and wiped them away quickly. I didn't answer... I didn't want to... I didn't need to...
"Who saved me...?" I asked looking at the nurse. And the next two words...changed my life forever.