"Okay Harry, today we're going to take out your breathing tube, your throat might be sore for awhile." A nurse says to me.
"Okay." I say.
"Harry, promise you'll never try to kill yourself again?" AJ asks.
"I probably will try again when I get home." I mumble.
"What was that, Harry?" She asks.
"Nothing, baby."
I just lay in the hospital bed, thinking about suicide, wanting to cut myself so badly.
"When can I go home?" I ask the nurse.
"Maybe in a week? I don't know..... You seem really depressed." She responds.
This, for some reason, makes me so angry.
"Well I don't want to get better or even think about it. I want to die already. Can you give me a pill that will kill me instantly?" I ask, hoping the last part was true.
"No. We do not kill our patients. You're really not healthy, we cannot let someone in this condition go home." She recites the words like they're a script.
"Well, maybe you could just tell them that I'm fine?"
"No, that is not allowed. We may not lie."
"Fine, but I will find a way to kill myself here." I tell her.
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(2 months later)
"Harry, time to leave!" AJ says. I'm finally leaving this safety trap. Maybe I can actually try to kill myself! AJ interrupts my suicidal thoughts.
"Harry, we're going to have to make some rules to make sure you won't kill yourself. First, no locking or even closing any room's door, unless I'm in there with you. Second, I need you to delete all your social media. I don't want haters to bring you down again." I'm not going to follow these rules when I actually want to kill myself. That'll be soon enough, I've waited two whole fucking months, right?
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FanfictionI'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just liste...
