Chapter 1
Why?
Was I really dead? I mean, I know I had been messed up, but did I really go and kill myself? No. I knew I was still alive. Barely. I couldn't open my eyes. I didn't want to open my eyes, actually. I knew exactly what I would see: blood, cuts, bruises, and who knows what else. I've never been scared in my entire life, but I was sure terrified right now. What the hell could I have done to myself!?
"Hm, it seems as if we have a suicide attempt. Jumped from a third story balcony. Female, about age fourteen. Find her a room; we're coming in," I heard an EMT yell into his walkie-talkie.
I wanted so badly to just open my mouth and scream, but I felt so paralyzed. Every part of my body ached. The EMT must have sensed my discomfort and went searching through his bag. He was most likely looking for an IV needle. Seconds later, I felt a little prick and a burning sensation run though my veins. Oddly, I felt amazing. I was so calm, and the beeps on the heart machine told me my heart rate was pretty much normal. The EMT let out a sigh of relief.
"You're gonna be OK. You're going to live," He said as he touched my hand lightly. I shed a small tear that burned all of the cuts on my face. He squeezed my hand a little harder.
At that very moment, my mind went completely blank and I went into a state of unconsciousness. At that moment, one question haunted me: Why?
*I know, I know, this is a really short chapter, but it is just the beginning. The next chapters will be longer and more involved, I promise. Don't forget to leave me reviews :) thankssss*
-Amanda