Cuts of Love

Cuts of Love- Chapter 4

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Alex’s POV

 Julie came and escorted me to my personal counseling session. I’m not looking forward to this. I don’t like talking about my feelings and crap like that.

 “Good afternoon Alex. I’m Dr. Gordon.” A blonde haired woman wearing a white coat walked in. She stuck her hand out for me to shake it. I smiled and shook her hand.

 “So it says here,” she opened her clipboard after she sat down, “you overdosed on medication. Why?”

 “I don’t know,” I mumbled.

 “I see. So how are you feeling today,” she asked.

 “Alright I guess. My throat is still sore,” I said quietly.

 “That should go away pretty soon.” She looked down at her clipboard again.

 She asked me various questions and I answered them with minimal detail. She dismissed me to my room for reflection.

I walked into my room. I can’t believe I’m here. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Man, I looked like hell. I sat down on the toilet lid and just burst into tears.

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I’m pretty sure I passed out because when I woke up I was in my bed, Julie looking at a clipboard at the end of my bed.

“Hey! You’re up!” she smiled.

“What happened?” I asked looking down on myself. There were bandages on my knuckles and my left wrist. There was a tube in my arm attached to some sort of machine. 

“Well,” she frowned, “you had a little incident.”

“What do you mean?”

“We heard screaming and when we ran to your room it seemed you punched the mirror and used a piece of glass to,” she hesitated, “cut your wrist.”

I sat there in silence.

“It took four nurses to hold you down. We had to sedate you in order to bandage you up and get you in the bed.”

“Oh.” I said quietly.

“You’re on what we call suicide watch,” she said, “which basically means you’re going to be in your room for the next few days. We’ll bring you meals and there’s going to be a nurse with you at all times.”

I didn’t know what to say. I looked down at the bandage on my wrist. I never thought I would come to this.

“The first watch nurse will be here in a few minutes so hang in there.” She patted my foot and left.

I sighed.

I can’t believe this.

Mackenzie’s POV 

This hospital is so lame. There’s nothing to do here. I walked to the art room and sat down at an empty table.

“Welcome to arts and crafts!” A tall curly haired woman smiled at me. Jeez. Why is everyone so damn happy here. “There’s materials everywhere so just do what you want!” she smiled and left.

I grabbed a piece of paper and a broken paintbrush and some paints.

“That’s wonderful!” The tall perky woman said half an hour later. I looked down at my paper. It was very colorful.

“Time to set up for dinner!” Julie walked in and said. 

I grabbed my painting and put it in my room, and then I walked to the cafeteria. Let’s see what slop they’re serving for supper.

Alex’s POV

The Next Day

I woke up really sore. My fist hurt really bad. I must’ve punched that mirror pretty hard.

“Good morning!” Julie said. She was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. “Are you feeling any better today?” she smiled.

“Not really, my fists hurt and I’m just sore all over. My throat feels better though,” I said.

“You’ll be sore for a bit. You were going pretty hard at that bathroom.” She laughed and I smiled. “Are you hungry? Would you like some breakfast?”

“Sure” I said.

“Okay!” she smiled, “I’ll be right back.”

I put my head back and sighed.

I could hear the voices in my head.

You know you can go into that bathroom again. You could take that piece of glass and end it all. Cut vertically. They can’t stitch that up. You’ll bleed out and they won’t be able to do anything about it.

I sat up and walked slowly to the bathroom.

Yes. Go. This is it. Just end it all.

I opened the door to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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