Chapter 29

Alex stared at the wall, ignoring the conversation around her. She had been here for a week now and it was Hell. Her roommate was bitch, everyone judged her because of what had happened to her, she had no privacy, the psychologists didn't understand what she was going through, and there was nothing to do. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see Dean. She wanted to see her family. But she couldn't. And she hadn't talked to any of them in a week. The only time she was allowed to make one phone call was on Sundays. But last Sunday, Bianca had stolen Alex's phone call by making up some crazy lie.

Alex didn't move after group was dismissed. She stayed in her chair, dreading lunch. Her eyes landed on the bottle of antidepressants on the top of Lauren's file cabinet. She thought about it for a moment, before standing up and cautiously making her way to file cabinet. She popped open the bottle of antidepressants, which was half full. She slipped them into her mouth, swallowing a few at a time until it was empty. She stood there for a few minutes, before she began to feel dizzy. She slowly sat down, waiting for her life to end. She felt the room spin and her hearing began to echo. Almost a half-hour later, Lauren entered the room, surprised to see Alex. Alex stood up, but collapsed to the floor, falling unconscious.

Lauren gasped. Her eyes landed on the empty bottle of the antidepressants lying open on the file cabinet. She screamed for help, pulling out her cell phone. She quickly dialed 911 as Melissa dashed into the room. Melissa kneeled beside Alex, gently shaking her. But she didn't respond, nor move. Soon, people began to surround the room, trying to see what was happening.

The ambulance soon arrived, pulling Alex onto a gurney. They rushed her to the nearest emergency room, quickly bringing her into a room. The chaos began. Doctors began to surround her and nurses rushed back and forth, examining her. "Her heart rate's dropping!"

"She's seizing!"

"Someone call a code!" The doctor screamed as the machine went flat. He quickly began heart compressions, while the nurse ran to get a code. She quickly returned, handing the doctor shock paddles. "Clear!" He collided the paddled with Alex's chest, causing her body to pop up. "Clear!" The lines jumped like ecstatic first grader.

"She's seizing again!"

The doctor slipped a tube down her throat, suctioning out the contents of her stomach. After the fluids were clear, they pulled the tube out and sent the fluids for testing. A nurse entered the room, handing the doctor Alex's file. "I've got her file. She's an eighteen-year-old girl. She's been battling Anorexia for almost five months. She's also diagnosed with depression and Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. She was assaulted in August and had a miscarriage due to a gun shot wound. She was being abused for a year. She's the Mason Greyback case."

"So this was most likely a suicide attempt?"

"Correct." The nurse replied. "I've notified her parents. They're on their way over. I'll contact you when they're here. They don't really know what's going on. All they know is that she was rushed to the ER by an ambulance."

"Okay, thank you." The doctor glanced at Alex. She was finally stable, but still unconscious. And right now the only thing they could do was wait.

Theresa, Jerry, Dean, Justin, and Max all trampled into the hospital. Theresa practically stumbled into the front desk, feeling her heart flutter with anxiety. She felt whatever had happened must have been her fault. She was the one who said Alex needed to go to rehab. "I'm here for Alexandra Russo. I'm her mother. A nurse called me telling me an ambulance rushed her here. I don't what's wrong with her though."

"Oh yes. I'll buzz down Dr. McGrath. Hold on." She smiled, before speaking into a walkie-talkie. "He'll be down in a minute."

"Thank you." Theresa didn't even attempt to smile. It was impossible. Here they were in the emergency room for the umpteenth time. This all had to stop. For all of them. It was all becoming too much to handle. Everything had fallen apart and nobody could grasp the straws to put back together.

Dr. McGrath headed into the waited room, slightly smiling at Alex's family. He could that their cheeks were dampened and their eyes were puffy. "Hello, I'm Dr. McGrath. You must be Alexandra Russo's family."

"Yes. Is she alright?" Jerry heart raced as he impatiently waited for the news. "What's wrong with her?"

"She overdosed on antidepressants and went into cardiac arrest. She was also having severe seizures, but we got everything under control. She is currently unconscious. We do believe that it was most likely a suicide attempt. A psychologist at the center said they had dismissed council and she thought everyone left. When she had come back a half hour later she found Alex passed out on the floor and she said she saw the bottle of antidepressants open and empty on her file cabinet, where she thinks she left them by accident."

"Oh my god." Theresa gasped, cupping her hand over her mouth. "This is all my fault. I knew I shouldn't have sent her there."

Dean shook his head, before turning around and colliding his fist with the wall. He slid down against it until he felt his body against the ground. He leaned his head against the wall and tears began to steam out from his eyes.

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