Another doctor walked over, "Excuse me mister, would you mind letting go of this young man and telling us what happened?" he asked calmly. "This selfish dick tried to kill himself!" he exclaimed, letting go of my arm and tossing me to the side towards my brother, making me fall, once more. He helped me stand up. I looked around, there were now people in every corner watching us, gasping and whispering.

Great, like New Jersey wasn't little enough. Now the entire town will know I attempted suicide. Can my life get any better? I looked at my mother, she was crying. I didn't give a shit. Her and dad deserved going through this, exactly like I went through the shit they've given me my entire life. Funny when you're on the edge of dying, everybody cares. But when you're normal, you're nothing.

I looked beside me to see a shit load of people, but only one of them caught my attention. A guy, around my age. I was guessing he was 15 or 16. His hair was black, a bit shorter than mine. His eyes were a beautiful shade of hazel. He was wearing an Avenged Sevenfold hoodie and jeans. He was slim, and not very tall. His eyes were focused on me. I looked away to my parents. My dad was talking, or, yelling, at the doctor in a corner. I couldn't understand much of what he was saying. Mikey hasn't said a word to me since I tried to kill myself. I don't blame him much either.

They later returned. A doctor pulled me aside. Doctors creep me out. They smile all the time, they're like brain-washed zombies. The doctor held out a paper in his hand. I looked at it for a while before taking it.

"Due suicide attempt, you are now staying in the Hospital Of New Jersey for 2 months..."

I stopped reading, I knew what this meant. I was going to be treated like some sort of psycho and imprisoned here for 2 months. Oh Happy Day.

I sighed and gave the paper back to the doctor. I turned my head to look at my parents. My mum walked over to me and placed both of her hands over my shoulders.

"Gerard, darling. We're only doing this because we care about you." she said, calmly.

In my head, I snorted. They don't really give a shit; they're doing this because they have to. I decided not to answer. I looked away instead. She sighed and let her hands slide off my shoulders, knowing I won't answer. She walked back towards the exit. Mikey and dad had already left. I looked back to the nurse, who was,surprise surprise, smiling.

"Let me show you your room." she said, optimistically. I wish I could be as optimistic as her. Then at least I would have friends. But then again, this was a part of her job. And i was a sarcastic cunt. I nodded and followed her as she walked down a hall. We walked pass some rooms; a couple of doors were open. Most of the patients there were guys. There were some sitting in a corner of their rooms, rocking back and forward. Some of them were shaking really much. I decided not to stare at the people inside the rooms. After a while, she opened a door to a room, which I was guessing was supposed to be mine.

I looked inside the room. The walls were white, everything was white. Even the lamps. There were two beds, two commodes and one mirror. There was no sign of sharp things whatsoever. I sighed, what did i expect? Of course there aren't any sharp things here, it's a hospital. I looked around, I was going to share rooms with someone. Whoever it was, this person sure as hell liked music. There were about 3 iPods on the commode, and he had two guitars with him. These two coming months are going to be really long.