The End of It All
A Glimmer of Hope
The first thing I became aware of was that I was I pain. A lot of pain. No part of my body was spared this onslaught of agony. I don't understand, I shouldn't be here. There is no way I could have survived that fall. Maybe I was sent to hell, because of my suicide. My eyes wouldn't respond as I tried to open them, all that brought me was the pain in my head increasing. The linen I lie on is soft, but that means I can't be in hell. Does it? Since when are there beds in hell? As I have this thought the beeping of a machine can now be heard. Or maybe I could hear it before. The only place I had heard the sound before was a hospital. So I wasn't dead. I could already imagine the lecture Leo and mum were going to give me when they found.
Voices interrupted my line of thought as I could hear the door knob turning. I tried opening my eyes again. Once again they refused to obey me so I focused on the voices. The first was unfamiliar but the second sounded just like Wyatt. He sounds worried. Probably concerned for his social life. I think the first voice is of doctor. I can hear him saying that I was lucky that my body didn't die on impact when I hit the car. I don't remember hitting a car; maybe that happened after I lost consciousness. He keeps talking about blood loss and how I won't be able to leave the hospital for weeks. Wyatt doesn't say anything whilst the doctor speaks. Probably is sorry I didn't die.
Finally the doctor stops talking and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. A much larger hand covers my own. I can tell it is Wyatt, he squeezes it gently. Strangely enough it doesn't bring the onset of more pain that I had feared. Instead my suffering seems to diminish slightly. He is slowly healing me. Wyatt turns my wrist over. I can feel through the bandages his fingers tracing the cuts. I don't understand this. Why is he here and why does he care now when before Wyatt was more concerned about his so called friends?
Strangely enough I can hear sobs from my big brother. I have never seen or heard Wyatt cry before. He starts muttering to me, keeps saying that he is sorry. With much effort I can at last open my eyes, only a crack though. Fortunately it wide enough that I can see his face. Sorrow and grief are evident in his eyes. Wyatt can't see that I am awake, he is blinded by tears. His face was red and puffy; hair was dangling in front of his face. I don't think he had slept last night, as the harsh light of day showed the bags underneath his eyes. If Wyatt actually cared about me, then maybe there was hope after all, maybe things weren't so bad.
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