I needed to break the stillness in the voices . It felt like decades of silence. The silence pierced my ears for long enough.
"I'm not crazy!" I tried to explain to them but also to break that eery silence.
"Then prove it?" One of the doctors asked me.
I still didn't know who. There masks didn't move. Non of them did. But I finally clicked to what the doctor said. How can I prove it? He won't just show up at my fingertips when I need him. Will he? Could I just jump off a building again and he will save me? But what if he doesn't. What if I do actually plummet to my death and I actually die. Not some fairytale where the main character is always saved by a Prince Charming. But I'm not a main character. Right. I mean you can argue people are all main characters in their own story but this isn't my own story. Is it? If I want to kill myself then how is it my own story.
The doctors left. I noticed it's Tuesday today from a nearby calendar. It was Monday when I was brought to the hospital. So today is day two of 7 days of hell. Wow is this such a surprise. I passed out for a while so I'm not sure why I'm so surprised it's the second day when it was around 11pm when I last checked. It's currently 7am I was unconscious for I don't know how long. I can't do any math right now I don't think I can do any math anyway I sucked at school. Then my parents came in. They didn't say anything. The silence became unbearable I just had to interrupt it.
"I'm sorry..." I really was.
They still didn't reply. Was I in the wrong? How though? I was the one that almost died. The one that has to put up with torture. Aren't I? Or am I the wrong one. The one that deserved to actually die. It was my fault like always. Always was. I hoped I was dead. I think everyone does.
"Wilbur" my mother said.
She sounded kind of eery with her tone of voice but I ignored it. But was Wilbur my name? Is it? Was I Wilbur. Then I saw it.
