Why can't I just die? How come it's so hard to accomplish? Death took everyone I love, why is it rejecting me? What did I ever do to deserve living in this Hell? These are the questions I ask myself every time I wake up in this shitty hospital.
If you've stayed in a hospital room for weeks, you know what I mean when I say it is literally the most boring place on earth. The days drift by as if in slow motion and each hour feels like a year. All I want to do is get. Out. Of. Here.
According to Dr. Simmons, it's a medical miracle that I'm alive. According to me, it feels like the worst thing in the world. I have so many emotions right now I can't concentrate on anything except getting out of here.
I'm not sure I can wait another year before I try again to commit suicide. Maybe I will just throw myself under a bus the moment I set foot out of this building. That might work.
Dr. Simmons walked in then, interrupting my suicidal thoughts.
"Hey" he said.
I glared at him. What kind of professional doctor goes up to a patient and says "hey"? Pathetic.
"How ya feeling?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow "perfect. Absolutely great, never felt this... Alive" I said sarcastically.
He smiled "I'm so glad you're doing better!"
Well apparently he has never heard of sarcasm...
He came over and patted me on the head. I scowled something fierce. Get your hand off me old man. He continued to grind like a mad man then practically skipped out the door.
Well then. That was interesting.
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When Blood Spills
Novela JuvenilLeyla is an orphan with no one left to love. For years she has tried to kill herself but always failed. Will this time be the same? When a new boy comes into the orphanage Leyla feels something. Could this boy be her savior or will he push her fur...
