Twice lost

Chapter 1

Waking up was the hardest part. Thinking everything is okay and then seeing bright lights. Nurses announce that I'm awake. Of course, my family isn't there, when are they? I don't even know why they bothered taking me to the hospital or even calling the police.

"Skyler, glad to see that you are awake." A blond nurse said to me.

"Yep, I'm just so happy I woke up. Yay." I sarcastically mimicked.

"Look Skyler, we are trying to help you. We saw everything you have done to your body so just get some rest, it will be fine." The nurse responded to me.

"Yes, It will be just fine." I took a deep breath before continuing with venom laced in my voice. "It's not like I just tried to fucking overdose or like I have many scars, burns, and bruises from myself all over my entire fucking body. Listen to me because I don't think you understood the whole I tried to kill myself thing. I am a nobody, nobody will notice I'm gone. For fucks sake I'm surprised anyone went into my room because they act like I'm just not there or they just don't know I'm there. Everything is shit, so shut up. Everything will be fine is such bullshit. It won't be fine, how do I know? Well, that's the best part, my last attempt my family said they would start looking after me. That didn't last longer than a day. So I don't need your dumb advice." There she goes looking away like this is new like no one has ever said shit like this. It's just how things go when your family who barely know you exist save your stupid fucking life.

"Skyler, I'm so-" She started before I cut her off.

"No, you don't have any right to be sorry. You know nothing, you don't know me. All you know is that I'm just a fucked up kid who hates his life. So quit it with everything." I almost screamed at her.

"I'll be back later." That's all she said before leaving me.

Of course, there were still other nurses because you can't have a suicidal kid in a room with wires or anything else because I might hurt myself. Of course, I'm going to be watched over 24/7 at least until I can go to a mental hospital. Maybe this is all it takes for my parents to realize I'm struggling. Maybe they will give at least one fuck about me. Not just care about my brother and sister because "they are the best." They don't have any fucking issues. The 11th year twins are known because they are some of the smartest kids in our school. Of course, my brother is the star of the football team and my sister is a flier in cheer so they get known more. No one knows me. I'm just the random emo boy in the back of classes. The twins make sure I don't get recognized as their brother and I make sure I'm not near them so fewer people will pick on me. Of course, I'm failing classes as well. Getting threatened to be sent to boarding school. At least there I will be noticed even if I don't want it. "Oh no" though if I get sent there I might find someone and our family can't have a gay son.

"I'm done with your shit Skyler." A brunette older woman yells at me.

"How great to see you too, mother." I snarked at her.

"Skyler, you have drawn the line too far. Overdosing just for attention. Well, you are going to get some at boarding school, and don't try anything you queer. I told your father we should have just let you die, but sadly he didn't agree with it." She barked at me. I wonder how this woman is my actual mother. Well, she would have let me die so thanks for that. She starts talking to me again.

"What are you waiting for? Get up, the car already has your stuff in it. I got you discharged. Can you believe what money does?" I hope she gets a stick shoved up her ass. I wouldn't be surprised if one already is though. I get up and head to the car with her anyway.

"Holy shit I'm surprised you are alive when Ashlee said you passed out with an empty pill bottle I was starting to think that you finally died." My little brother Keith laughed.