Die In California

6

Devyn's POV:

What the fuck is that noise?
Well, it's not the voices in my head. No, this was like a monotonous, repetitive, mind numbing beeping that really should shut up before I fucking make it. Nope, it wasn't stopping. Fuck. Well, maybe I need to try some Professor X shit to turn it off with my mind, since I was still surrounded by blackness.

Speaking of, where the fuck was I? It was all just black. That's it. Black. Nothingness. Fuck this. Wait. The last thing I remember was planning to hallucinate in the bath... Maybe it worked? Maybe, just maybe, it finally worked. After years, I may have finally made it. Thank fuck for that.

Shit.

Nope, it didn't work. After what felt like an eternity, a bright light suddenly blinded me, and I know it wasn't the light when you die; you really think I'm going to Heaven after my life? Funny. The bright light turned to a haze, then became clearer with every flicker. Oh, that was me blinking. Well that's shit. It didn't work. I was still alive. At least I found out what the beeping was - the heart machine I was hooked up to.

I slowly, groggily blinked, my vision slowly but surely clearing as I glanced around the room I was in. Ah, a hospital. My favourite place (note the sarcasm). The walls were white as usual, the floors that weird grey laminate, a bright light on the ceiling above me. Dozens of wires and needles were shoved into my arms and hands, being kept down by tape. Oh, they should use something more durable.

As I looked around, slowly coming back to the world of the living despite not wanting to be here, I noticed the three people scrunched up on the couch, awkwardly sleeping on one another's shoulders while there was another guy asleep in an arm chair, and another in the armchair on the other side of my bed to the others. Who the fuck are they?

Oh, shit. Well, one I recognised as the guy my boyfriend left me for. Machine Gun Kelly. Motherfucker. I guessed the rest were part of his crew. Then I looked over to the one separate to them. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. He was wearing a black hoodie, black sweatpants, white trainers. His hood was over his head as he slept, curled up on the armchair in the most uncomfortable way, but he was knocked out cold. God, I recognised him, but I don't know how.

I laid there in silence for a few moments - well, not exactly silence due to the machines. They were beginning to screw with me, winding me up to the point where I just needed to make them stop. The voices were getting worse, getting angrier with me for not helping them and stopping the beeping, so I reached down, yanking the needles and wires out of my arms and hands.

As soon as I did that, a load of blaring alarms began to go off, startling me. Well, that made me so much worse. Now the voices were screaming at me, fighting with the sound of the alarm as they yelled at me to turn it off. I didn't know how to. I began to panic and frantically push loads of different buttons a little too forcefully, but nothing was working. It wouldn't stop. By now, Machine Gun Kelly and the others around him were slowly waking up, rubbing their eyes as they looked around with confused squints before their eyes widened at the sight of me.

"STOP!" I screamed, the voices getting too much as I grabbed the tissue box beside me and hurled it at the machine, hoping it would stop the alarm. Nope. Fuck me. Then a herd of nurses came running in, freezing when they saw me. It was as if people had never seen someone be awake before. What the fuck was wrong with them all?

"Miss Carter?" A nurse hesitantly spoke as the others went over to the machines, all of them being tentative around me.
"What?" I spat, my body beginning to shake violently as the voices continued.
"Uhm- It-it's nice to see you're a-awake." She hesitantly smiled while I glared at the nurses trying to put the wires back into my arms.