"Well, you don't even LOVE ME!" He covered his mouth. I felt tears forming in my eyes. "Im so sorry, I didn't mean-" I didn't hear the rest of it. I ran to the front door, but he ran in front of me and locked it. "Please, let me explain." I ran into the bathroom, the one last place I thought of as 'safe', and locked the door behind me. I heard him pounding on the door, begging me to open it. I crouched down onto the floor, sobbing. The thoughts came flooding back. Your a terrible person, your so weak, look at you cry, nobody loves you. I felt my body go numb, and it seemed like i was watching a movie, alone. I stood up and flung the medicine cabinet open, grabbing the anti-depressants. wait, why am I doing this?? Then I realized. My brain had become disconnected from my body. it was moving on its own. All I felt was a cap opening, a gulp, and suddenly...
"Ugh...where am I?"
"Sir, your in a hospital."
(Hello everyone! Attilla W here, with a preview of a new fun story i thought of. What do you guys think of it? Be sure to tell me in the comments. :]- A.W.-> )
