Panic

Echo

We never really made smart choices. Which would explain why we thought doing a shit ton of Ecstasy and drinking a bottle of vodka, in one sitting, was a good idea. I don't remember what happened. I know after the seventh or eighth pill I started to blackout. I assume Ella did too. I remember waking up in an ambulance, but even that's blurry.

I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked around. Frantically. I was drowsy, confused.

"Hey." I heard someone say. "Hey!!" I looked over.

"I can't remember a thing from last night," I said.

"Neither can I," Ella answered. We sat up in our beds.

"Do you know why we are in a hospital?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I think your mom is here." Ella said after a while.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah." I shrugged and laid back down. when I woke up again I saw my mom and my older brother. My mom looked agitated and my brother looked worried.

"Great job Echo," she hissed. "Great fucking job." My brother glared at her.

"You're gonna be transferred to a psychiatric hospital." My brother rubbed my hand. "I am not sure when you're coming back"

"Why?" I asked.

"You overdosed." He told me. It made sense I guess. I didn't know what to say. Later I was being escorted into an ambulance, and afterwards I was dropped off at a place that my brother called a "psychiatric hospital".

It was scary.
Terrifying
Horrible

But I got used to it.