3 months.
3 fucking months without Anastasia.
At this point I've lost all hope that I had. I miss her. So much. She's the love of my life. I know that now. She's perfect. She's everything I ever wanted. I can't lose her. So that's why I'm committing suicide. I can't go another day without her.
I've planned it out. I'm going to hang myself. It's not quick. And it's certainly painful, which is what I'm going for. I deserve to feel the pain that she feels.
My parents left to go to there dinner party and I rushed up stairs into my bathroom, the rope already tied in its place. Then I climbed onto the stool and stood there for a moment.
And then another.
And another, remembering all of Anastasia and I's time together and I think about her and her perfection.
And I grab the rope and pull it over my head and begin to count down.
1
2
3
Drop. The rope begins to choke me and I relax, letting it kill me. But the unexpected happens and the rope breaks. My body hits the ground and I faint.
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I wake up feeling the worst way I've ever felt. I felt like I was having a hangover but it was thousand times worse. Then the past floods in. And I realize, I'm still alive. My plan to commit suicide failed. Then I notice my parents standing over me, utter panic in their eyes.
"Honey! I was so worried about you!!"
she says and hugs me too tight as always.
"Son, I'm sorry about Anastasia, we didn't think it would take this big of all toll on you," he said, tears in his eyes. Never in my life did I think I'd see my father cry. Then again I never thought I'd attempt to commit suicide.
"Parker Fields?!" a nurse asks clearly anxious for some unknown reason.
"Yes?"
"Hop in that wheelchair, we have somewhere to go," she says and smirks.
I agree only because I need to get away from my parents.
The lady races me down the hall and into a room I recognize, it's Anastasia's room.
She wheels me to the bed and that's when I notice that Anastasia's eyes are open.
"Anastasia?"
"Parker?"
A/N lol sorry for the short chapter and typical ending I can't write for shit. But this story as reached almost 1.5k reads!! it means so much to have someone read this. I absolutely love writing for you guys (even though I've been super inactive lately oopsss) but thanks so much :')))
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