𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

Prologue

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the white ceiling, I was at the hospital. My whole body hurt, my hands hurt from the tightness of it. I then realized I had gone too far, my suicidal state took me too far. The only thing I remember was my sister coming to my room and shouting at my mom to call the ambulance.

I hated myself. My mom and sister saw me like this. I can't imagine what they felt when they saw me like this.

I remember someone carrying me, a man. But my father was away on a business trip and the ambulance couldn't have arrived that fast.

Before I could think more the door opened and Daisy came in. "Before you can say anything..." she didn't let me finish and quickly hugged me.

She and I have been by each other's side since we were babies. And as we grew up that bond of ours never changed.

"I fucking hate you for this Liz, want if something worse happened. You know what that would've done to me and the rest?" all these years I haven't seen her like this, so sad and so terrified. No matter she got scared of losing me.

"I'm sorry Daisy, I lost myself at the moment I did that. I didn't want to go this far. I promise I didn't, I didn't want to harm myself this much." tears dripping from my eyes I said all that with my shaky voice.

If I hated myself before this, I hated myself even more this time. I didn't bother asking who knows about this because I know the press already published millions of articles about the incident by now.

People think If I'm rich or famous, I have a perfect life and I get things really easily. My parents never made it easy for me especially, because I was a spoiled kid growing up.

My sister on the other hand wasn't. Yeah, she does all the things rich people do, like spend millions on just a bag. But she never cared about the money.

She wanted us to be happy as a family, and to have good relationship with each other. And most importantly to be healthy. Which I wasn't mentally.

I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder and the age of 13 and then when I was 15 I got diagnosed with depression. It runs through the family. My mom had the same shit as I do, so she really helped me.

My dad did all that he could for us all, so at least I can say I have a good family. Or I like to think like that.

Daisy hugged me and left after my mom came. My mom had a sad and disappointed look on her face as she sat down beside me.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. And I couldn't get myself together to say sorry about what I did.

"I'm sending you away to a recovery facility, I have been there back in the days so It's a very safe and good place, Lizzy. You will come back before school starts. I don't want you to suffer anymore." her eyes were all watery, and she held my hand and cried with me.

"Okay," she looked at me knowing damn well I didn't want to go.

"Mom, did dad come? Did he carry me out of my room?" I wanted to know who carried me out, because If the person I was thinking of did then I hurt him too.

"Theo did. He was in the house when you did that." I knew it.

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I hope you liked it, it's my first story that I'm writing so it may not be the best) but I'm trying, so don't be to mean in the comments. Hope you all have a good day! Xx