----Who are you?---- Why are you always show up in my dream?-----Why you always try to save me?
---Why can't I remember you face?----
--why?---
--Who are you?--
[A/N: oops sorry, I forgot to introduce the characters...sorry for the inconvenience.]
Introduction:
Name Inaya Wilson.
Age: 18
Currently, she's in High school. Also doing a part-time job.
Siblings: An Older brother.
Inaya's brother's age: 23 (currently living abroad)
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!!! Warning !!!
This chapter contains the depiction of self-harm and suicidal thoughts. So it may disturb some readers. Don't read if you get triggered easily.
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Preview:
When I opened my eyes I can see the ceiling of my room. I set it up in my bed.
----What was that?----
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Was that a dream? I sat up on my bed. Suddenly I realized my eyes are wet.
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Was I crying in a dream? But...
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WHY?
I saw the dream but I forgot the dream completely.
But I remember something else.
Inaya: Wait a sec... Is this a dream too?
I pinched myself.
Inaya: Ouch...it hurts. No, It's not a dream.
But how is it possible?
---Flashback---
[last night]
I took an overdose of sleeping pills.
I tied in my wrist area with a plastic rope very tightly. After 5 minutes I feel a little sleepy maybe it's because of the sleeping pills. I turned down my air conditioner at 18 degrees Celsius.
My head is a little dizzy, I lay down in my bed.
I feel like something is pulling me down.
I feel like
I am drowning
Drowning to the bottom
Down and deeper...
Like an anchor
---Flash back ends---
Inaya: I took an overdose of sleeping pills and I even blocked one of my veins by tying a knot.
I tied my wrist vein because sometimes arteries or veins get narrowed or blocked, and blood can't go through them as easily. Any slowdown in blood flow keeps organs from getting the oxygen and nutrients they need to do their job. It can be dangerous because it can travel to the lungs and block blood flow. It can be fatal.
Inaya: Damn it... Not again.
I shuffle all of my hair by getting annoyed.
My head zoned out by the dream catcher hanging down in my window.
Inaya: What was the dream? Damn, why can't I remember a thing?
Why am I alive again?
Damn it.
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{A/N: hey...viole's...again sorry for the super short chapters...enjoy.}
