Never Forgotten || l.p (au)

Chapter 36

-Liam-

"When will he wake up?"

"We don't know. It could be a few minutes, hours..possibly days. We're pretty confident he won't fall into a coma, though."

"What happened to him? Was it his eating? He wasn't doing well on that lately.." I couldn't tell who was talking. I also wasn't sure where I was. Or what had happened. The only thing I remember is that Destiney was gone.

"Our guess is suicide attempt. He was found in the parking lot next to broken glass and a large amount of blood. There were signs of him trying to reach the hospital doors but he didn't make it." Is that Dr. Wence? I still can't make out the voices.

"Oh god," the other voice whispered, then the sounds of crying followed. For some odd reason, the weeping sounded familiar. Who's crying would I be able to recognize?

The sound of a door opening filled the room, then it closed again after someone left. "Liam? I don't know if you can hear me..but I love you. I love you a lot and I don't ever want to lose you."

That was her voice. I know Destiney's voice by heart, and that was definitely hers. But that isn't possible. She isn't alive. I watched her die, she flatlined. "Please wake up, baby. I need to know you're alright."

I didn't want to open my eyes. Mum was wrong, I am crazy. I'm obsessed with the thought of death, my mind is attracted to anything negative, and now I'm hearing my dead girlfriend talk to me. I've completely gone insane.

Destiney (or whoever it was next to me) grabbed my arm and rolled it over. She ran her fingers along my scars, and I heard her sniffle a few times. She shouldn't be crying over me, I'm not worth her tears.

A bandage was wrapped around my arm where I had cut with the glass because it was so deep and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I remember a tiny bit after they found me outside. I was lying on a table with my arms strapped down, and I tried to get away but I couldn't move well. The last thing from then that I remember is seeing a lot of blood before I passed out a second time.

"What have you ever done to deserve this?" the person whispered to themselves, still rubbing their thumb over my arm. Their hands were cold, which only made me feel worse because so were Destiney's hands.

I opened my eyes. I couldn't fight the curiosity anymore, I needed to see who this person was. I almost fainted all over again. There she was, perched in a tiny wheel chair. My girlfriend. My dead, girlfriend.

"Get away from me," I whispered and yanked my arm away from her touch. She looked taken back, but I couldn't care less. She's dead. "Don't touch me, go away!"

"Liam, it's Destiney, it's okay! Calm down, everything is fine," she said. She's lying.

"Get out of my head, get out of my head," I mumbled to myself, closing my eyes and covering both of my ears. How do you get visions out of your head? Or are they always there if you're mentally insane? I'm not sure how insanity works.

"Liam," she said louder, grabbing my left arm and pulling it away from my ear. I pulled it back and sat upright in the bed. "Liam, look at me."

"Get out of my head, you're dead," I mumbled. "Get out, get out." I took to hitting my head on the bedside railing, hoping pain would make her go away or I'd fall asleep again.

"Liam, stop that! I'm not dead, look at me!" I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I just want her to go away and leave me alone. My heart is breaking more and more the longer this image of her in my mind is still there.

"Kill yourself, go kill yourself," I began to whisper to myself, remembering what my mother told me on the phone a couple weeks ago. I've tried so many times but people keep fucking bringing me back and now I've gone and become mad.