Dream

2.

Trigger warning

Not a necessarily good dream

Occurred after my 3rd suicide attempt, while in the hospital.
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"Jesus Christ.." I whisper to myself, lifting my head off of the ground. My pale legs show beneath a tan and green checkered hospital gown. Blood stains down my leg to my feet. I wince touching the back of my head.

I see nothing. Literally nothing. A white room of nothingness consumes me. A white room that is endless wraps me up with silence and fear.

My heart pounds, as I begin searching for an exit. All you can hear is the pitter patter of my feet hitting the what seems to be concrete floor. My breathing fastens. Is the room getting smaller?

I run until a white wall plows me down. Is my leg bleeding again? White slowly turns to red.

I get up trying to escape the four walls that are enclosing me. Before I know it I'm in a box. These walls have closed in and I can't move. I can't breathe. All of a sudden the blinding four walls turn into a black darkness that holds me like a blanket.

"Game over." A deafening voice says as these walls squeeze me tighter. I can't see anything. My fists hit the wall repeatedly, screaming for my life.

"Goodbye."

A gun shot goes off