CHAPTER 10: The Hospital
Yaay, I'm back after a cry attack from last chapter! XD And... it's chapter 10! Don't think I'm even quarter way through...
Enjoy!
"Where am I?" I mumbled as I woke up in a hospital bed.
"Elyssia! Oh, I'm so glad that you're all right!" my mother whispered as she hugged me tightly.
"Yo! I'm already in enough pain as it is!" I snapped, and I could tell that my crystals turned a slightly darker blue.
"At any rate, what happened? Why am I lying down in here?" I asked in a slightly stronger voice.
"Umm, I think that you'd know, Elsi." my father answered.
"Well, my mind's currently in a total blank. Just tell me!" I muttered.
"Well, I saw you trying to kill yourself using the drugs in the bathroom. You went nuts, and you hit your head against the bathroom mirror, and cut your head straight open." my mother said, indicating the huge roll of cloth on my head that I thought was nonexistent . . . till now.
"And . . . we have to show you this." my father murmured in a serious voice. From a tiny bag, he produced a piece of paper.
"Read this. Seem familiar?"
I shrugged and took the note. It said:
Dear Mom and Dad,
When you find this, I'll probably be in the bathroom, dead. I realized that nobody actually cares about me, and that there's no point in living in this world. Please tell Miss Sanatria that she was the most decent person I'd met in St. Henry, and please remember to visit my grave every Sunday.
Guessing I'll love you till the end,
Elyssia Antonia Maccabaeus
I gasped. "This was when . . ."
"When you decided to try and take your own life a few hours ago." my mother finished.
"Now tell me. Why would you do something as . . . as foolish, horrible and atrocious as . . . as . . . as . . . taking your own life?"
"Weelll . . ." I started.
"Be honest, Antonia. Please." my father reminded me.
"Fine! Since you asked for it! At any rate, I was heading up to my classroom, minding my own business when Ren ― I mean, a random Chomper in my class just came up. And he said, like, literally the most hurtful and offensive words I have ever been told in my whole entire twelve years in this world." I said to start my tale, just to kill time.
"Get on with the program! What did he say?" my father roared.
"He said that my family members were bad people, having a tendency to do horrible things without thinking. Apparently we have some kind of thing with our instincts . . . in any case, he also said that I was some kind of accident from God, you know, that I wasn't supposed to be born, and that I wasn't slaughtered as a sprout because I almost died. But y'all swore to care as little about me as possible!" I answered, tears spilling down onto my blanket.
"We'll talk some more tomorrow. Dr. Ali said that you should stay overnight to recuperate." my mother whispered. She then bent down to kiss my cheek.
"Oh, Elyssia. I hope you'll be all right."
I merely nodded as my parents got up and left me. I felt like a circus girl who was appreciated for my abilities, then left on the roadside to starve and die. I felt like an abandoned cat, who was loved at first and then hated. I thought that my parents loved me, but ever since Renaldo told me what he did, their love stopped being mine. All I could do was pull the covers over my head and start crying. There was nothing else I could do but tremble and sob as my crystals turned from their usual, sedate light blue to a troubled, dark blue.
As my mother proceeded to exit my room, Dr. Ali came in and decided to talk to her.
"Oh, hello Antonia! What's up?" the doctor asked.
"I'd just like to ask you a question. See, my daughter's having a bit of emotional trouble so are you . . . you know . . . on familiar terms with any psychiatric support groups?" my mother inquired.
At those words, I suppressed a mental groan.
Please . . . don't . . .
"Why, yes! There's one at Smithsfield, perfect for your daughter!" Dr. Ali answered.
"Oh, thank you. I almost lost my daughter two times. I can't let it happen again." she whispered.
"It's my pleasure, seeing that she's such a beauty . . . and important to all of Canada as well . . . it would be sad if her soul decided to jump right outta her body and into Heaven." Dr. Ali murmured before she went inside her office.
Important to Canada . . . what the HECK?!
I woke up with a small piece of renewed vigour. My face felt tight, considering the fact that I had been crying, sleep in, sleep out. Dr. Ali, meanwhile, had entered.
"Good morning, Elyssia." she greeted before she took my temperature and checked my heartbeat.
"Good morning, Dr. Ali. Can I go home today?" I asked.
"Of course! Your mother will be in soon." Dr. Ali answered, and surely enough, my mother came rushing into the room a few seconds later.
"Elyssia, come on. I have to take you home, ASAP." she said briskly.
"M'coming, mom." I mumbled as I climbed out of bed, and tried to stand.
But to my surprise, I collapsed to the ground as soon as I let go of my bedside table. My mother tsked impatiently, earning a flinch from me.
"S-sorry! I didn't expect this! I swear to God! Cross my heart and hope to die! Stick a knife right through my eye!" I exclaimed.
Dr. Ali and my mother helped me up. And this time, I stood steady.
"Oh, dear. It's perfectly fine, but . . . what happened?" my mother asked.
"Like I said, I honestly don't know. Now take me home so that I can have my richly deserved forty winks in my own bed." I answered sharply.
A few minutes later, my mother and I were home. As she unlocked the door and I ran in, I was greeted by my father.
"Elyssia! My little sprout! I'm glad you're fine!" he exclaimed as he swept me into a tight hug.
"Alright . . . alright . . . " I mumbled.
My father released me before going to my mother to whisper something into her ear. I couldn't make out what it was. The next second, she was repeating my father's words silently.
"I'm not sure about it, but fine. We'll tell her." she finally said.
My mother then turned to me.
"Elyssia, we have a truth that we've got to tell you." she whispered.