I woke up, feeling worse than usual. I dragged myself to my bathroom. Holy shit. I looked horrible. I didn't eat yesterday so that had something to do with it but still. It was Saturday and my mom was still in the hospital. I got ready and put on some makeup, so I don't look super dead. I walked to the hospital and right up to the receptionist.
"Excuse me?" I asked. She typed for a few more seconds until she looked up at me.
"How can I help you?"
"I believe my mom is here."
"What's her name, sweetie?"
" M/N L/N." She typed quickly.
"She will be on the 3rd floor in room 385."
"Thank you."
"Of course." I walked to the elevator and a few more people got in. Doctors, patients, visitors. Once we got to my floor, I followed the signs and found her room. She was talking to a doctor. But she was talking strangely...
"Hi, Mom."
"Hey, baby!"
"Y/N L/N?" I nodded. The doctor put his hand out and I shook it. "Your mother seemed to have a fainting spell. We checked her and ran some tests, and it came out to be Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome." I looked at him confused. "Well, others call it POTS. It's a condition where the heart rate increases when she lays, sits, or stands up." I nodded. "As I was telling her, there is no cure but there is medication. And, for more safety, you guys can get a service dog." I looked at her. She seemed happy. "And-"
"I'm so sorry doctor but could I get a minute with my mom? I've been really worried."
"Of course. I will come back in 10 minutes." He left the room.
"What?"
"Many things. 1. Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"2. You never call me baby in public."
"Well, maybe it messed with my head."
"3. You are allergic to and hate dogs. So why were you so happy?"
"Well sorry for being happy Y/N."
"I'm glad that you're happy mom but about getting a dog!"
"Maybe a hypoallergenic POTS service dog."
"Mom, what is wrong?"
"I just..."
"Just what?"
"I think that doctor is kinda cute." I backed away from her.
"Are you serious?"
"Y/N." She rolled her eyes. " You have to get over your dad eventually. It's been nine months." I started crying.
"Wow." I scoffed "I thought you were my mom."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Her heart rate started speeding up.
"You know damn well what that means."
"Don't you talk to me like that. I am your mother."
"Your mother is supposed to care about you."
"Do you know the SACRIFICES I have made for you since F/N died?"
"Do you even know your own DAUGHTER since he died?" She stayed silent. "Do you know how hard it was for me-"
" HE WAS MY HUSBAND!" She screamed.
" AND HE WAS MY DAD!" I screamed back. We both stayed silent for a little bit. "You don't know what it's like to lose your parent before anything good has happened. he won't be there for my 18th birthday. He won't be there for graduation. He won't be there for when I get my first job or get married, or have kids! HE WON'T BE THERE FOR ANY OF IT." I shouted. " I came here to see if you were ok. But if you can flirt with your doctor, you will live." I left the room. Everyone was staring at me. I left quickly, taking the stairwell instead of the elevator. I went back home and just cried there. I got my knife from my floor, removed the old bandages, and started cutting. Deep, deep cuts. Hours passed and I sat there with the blood drying on my arms. I wasn't going to die. I heard my doorbell go off. I got up and walked to the door, with my sleeve still up. I opened the door, and he was standing right there.
"Hey."
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MHA X Depressed Reader
De TodoY/N has always been bullied for many things. Her height, the way she looks, the way she acts, the way she speaks and sounds. But most of all, her dad died. People would rub it in her face that they had dads and she didn't. Little did they know it wo...
