I open my eyes, my throat felt so dry. My mind was blank and I stood still for a couple seconds before turning my head. "You're awake? I thought you died." I turn my head the other way, seeing Judd sitting next to me with his phone in his hand, leaning his back against the bed frame.
I stay quiet, I felt tired and just closed my eyes, trying to ignore him. "Hey, asshole. C'mon you're not sleeping in my room tonight." I feel the weight next to me get replaced by a rough hand around my jaw. I open my eye's and see the usual furrowed brows stare back down at me.
"Stop it.. Leave me alone" I reply in a sleepy voice, rolling to the side he was before and closing my eyes again. "This bitch." I hear him mumble to himself before some other noises like opening a drawer. I hear a click followed by fizzing sounds, and he grips my hand to pull me closer to himself.
"Here, hurry up before I change my mind. Giving my shit to other people feels like waisting it." I open my eyes to see him holding a reign energy drink. I reach up to hold it but felt the cold substance suddenly pour on my face.
"Ah! Judd!" I yell annoyed, hearing his deep chuckles wasn't helping much either. "You think I'd just give it to you?" I roll my eyes at him and sit up, my head immediately started to hurt and feel dizzy. I take the drink and start to swallow big gulps.
"What even happened?" I take a breath, he laughs again and pointed at my wrists, "you basically told me to do it" he shrugs. I roll up my sleeve and almost threw up, there was dried up blood, and a greenish yellow substance in the scars.
"What the fuck did you do!?" I scream, not being able to look up. "Me? I didn't do shit, you're the crazy suicidal one" after a minute of me just staring at my ruined pretty wrist, he let's out a sigh and continues.
"Then you passed out, so I brought you here, your backpack and other shit I found are also here." Just as I started to think he had some hint of humanity, he pointed at my drink.
"And that's 300 ml of pure caffeine, you're welcome." I gasp and turn to him, "I faint and when I wake up after fuck knows how long, you decide to give me reign?" He just shrugs again, seeming un bothered as always, and it made me so mad.
"Well, if you loose blood just make your heart beat faster so it pumps blood or whatever" I push the drink back into his palm. "No, judd. That's called a heart attack." "I don't care, just leave now princess, I've done enough for you." He points at my stuff which were next to the door.
"Fine, whatever." I force myself up, pulling up my bag and opening the door. I slam it after myself and for a second I thought he'd come out just to scream at me for it, but luckily I just heard an annoyed grunt from the other side.
I decide to call up a taxi instead of walking since well, I almost couldn't move at all. I sit outside of his house, resting my head in my palms. I still felt sleepy and tired, I felt so weak.
I get back to my house and it was already starting to get dark, how long was I out for? I push the door but it was locked. I ring the door bell, and no one answered. I didn't have my keys with me and decide to sit on the little block in front of our house and wait. But no one came.
Finally, I get tired and stand up, walking around the house and thinking of what to do. I can't go back to Judd.. Can I? I look up and remember how I left my window open. I climb up the tree and grown in branches under my window, jumping in and falling down to the floor under me.
I sit up and take a deep breath, walking down to see any sign of my dad, but I really wish I hadn't. Because there he was. The chair me and him built together when I was five, and he rope he bought once and never used until now.
-and suddenly nothing makes sense anymore, suddenly I'm a little kid again that doesn't understand anything. Suddenly I'm that little baby again that can't walk, and the only thing I could do was to fall to my knees and scream, cry, and nothing more.
I hear knocking on the doors and windows, neighbors had probably heard my screaming and they got scared, but even if I wanted to stand and call the cops, ask for help or open the door I couldn't.
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I was shaking, sitting on a white and uncomfortably hard bench. Cold, hungry, and my throat was try, my lips looked pale and out of color. They had told me it was too late, and he had died.
My father hung himself in the middle of the living room, what now? What's next? The police were all over the place asking questions like 'was he ever suicidal, did he have any mental illnesses, any record of drug overdose'. He wasn't like that at all, he mostly called suicidal and mentally ill people weak. Then again he could've just been trying to hide his own problems.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, if we'd been there a second sooner.. I apologize"
"Shut up.. Just shut the fuck up everyone shut up" I grip my hair and scream, I couldn't really make out any words, but screaming and crying really felt like the best thing to do in that situation.
I feel the nurses presence leave and I could hear fading footsteps. That bitch thinks I'm crazy, she's definitely getting someone to come and 'help' me.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, it was gentle. I feel the person sit beside me.
"It okey, I knov it hard."
I NOTICED HOW I GET 0 COMMENTS SO Y'ALL GUESS WHO JUST SAT BESIDE US??
