Unconditional Pursuit

Prologue

“Dr Evans, h-how is she? What do the test results show?”

“Miss Levinstone, you were lucky to have found her when you did. If the wait to bring her in were longer then I can assure you her survival rate would have been most insignificant. The tests show she has multiple antidepressants and a significant amount of ethanol in her blood stream. As this is a sign of a young person attempting to take their own life, as you are aware we have no other option but to issue constant surveillance and extra therapy. I understand that as the patient’s therapist you will continue your routine practices and procedures. Is that correct?”

“Yes that is correct”

“If you are willing would you mind making a formal statement we can show before the court? It’s vary rare that we get cases like this now especially where the patient has no more existing family to make decisions on a suitable and justly fit care and rehabilitation plan”

“I’m sorry Dr Evans all due respect but I’m only here for personal commitments at this current time. If you want I will come back later to discuss the best way forward to ensure the girl’s success rate is brought back up to speed for faction requirements”

“Very well then I will be back again once I’ve done my rounds to see if there’s development in her condition”

“Thank you doctor”

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As I reluctantly awoke indolently from my drug induced haze I could hear the obnoxious ticking of the clock, and the intimidating machinery surrounding me. Wires hung from slick, cold rods as the machine's lights flickered on and off with the turn of a knob. The plain white walls seemed to close in on me. Suffocating me. These walls told stories of broken hearts and wished upon dreams that were never to be seen again. Stories of the long departed I thought. The chair, placed close to my bed, drew my attention as its worn cushion exposed itself from underneath its dull blue top. As my eyes began to focus clearer, and get used to the stark hospital strip lights, I found one imperfection, a small chip in the paint on the ceiling above my stiff, scratchy hospital bed, which I already begin to loath. As I looked to my right, I saw doctors pacing back and forth but seemingly running in slow motion from the frosted floor to ceiling windows encasing me in this sterile cage. The staff walked around lifeless and un-human like with similar comparisons to that of robots. I saw pained expressions on the faces of visitors wondering past wearing only the colour of my faction. I must be in the Erudite treatment infirmary not the General hospital for minor cases open to all members of the public. That is when I notice the bindings of bandages on my skinny wrists and the numerous cuts and bruises with multiple hues, colours that look foreign and as if they could not belong on a person’s skin. The first bruise, with garish purple splotches, lay elaborately just above the smaller, piercing cuts which are ordered in a perpendicular fashion. For reasons yet to be undiscovered I cannot comprehend what happened in order for me to be laying here in this miserable and soul depleting room. The presence of such animosity and self-hatred swim back to me again and I realise that my time in this place useless. What would I ever gain staying here? Being in the infirmary will not heal my weak, throbbing heart neither will it cure the torment I feel inside. As I lay my foggy head back on to the rough pillow, I allow my self to become absorbed once again in the chaos of my worthless life. The world would be a safer, more prosperous place if I simply did not exist, and for that cause, I would rather die than let others of my beloved faction try to motivate me to live when I am mostly likely the biggest risk to their own precious lives. And within that moment, a single tear was shed making a path to where it will finally fall and die amongst other non-existing things.