My horrible horrible life

Waking up in the hospital.

Sorry I haven't wrote in a while been busy, i planned a remembrance day for the one who loved me the most and who raised me, Joey. This month is so hard for me and even as I'm writing this chapter I'm crying and i really do hope this helps anyone!!!

When I had first woke up, I couldn't remember what happened and I wanted to scream because I actually stayed inside for once but i wasn't sure where, so i was scared and wanted to scream for help but then I remembered the only person who ever cared about me was dead and that I have no one, so whats the point in making a scene. No one was there anyway and for that I was very grateful for. i felt numb, lost and a disgrace to the world, all i wanted to do was cry and die, i had tried but each and every time i went to the bathroom to make an attempt the nurse would follow me, it was impossible to make an attempt. I WANTED TO DIE!!!!! I had noticed that someone had been in my room other than the nurse but i hadn't seen anyone , i asked the nurse who was sitting beside me and she said " some young boy, but as of this point on you are no longer allowed visitor due to you constant attempts." But it wasn't long before I heard a familiar voice getting closer demanding to see me, saying that we were related and that he had called in a missing persons report. It took me a little while to think of who it could be and why they were here, but then I looked down at my left wrist (it was sore so it caught my attention). Not knowing what to think or say i slowly turned my head to the doorway to see two police officers standing in the doorway, with a young male trying to find a way into my room but the police officers were having none of that. The young male looked familiar, he had the same blonde hair and bright blue eyes much like me but my eyes over the years have gotten darker from the hate for people in the past years. I had realized that the young male was my brother, my brother was actually here? i screamed, at the officers to let him in he's my brother. (i wanted nothing to do with him after our last conversation, but he looked like he was going to cry.)