Witt Parkinson

The Light

August 16: 2013
I wake... sadly, and a light above my head was shining.

"Yes maim, your son is fine...but, is everything fine at home?"

"His stepdad and him...dont get along very well"

"Well i suggest... you keep the two far away"

I heard the muffled sounds of my mother and the docter talking.

"Mom...?"

I say muffled.

"Oh! Witt your awake!"

I can feel the joy, tears and anger flow down within her tears all at once.

"I love you.."

I hear her whisper.

"Uh mom.. how long was i ....out?"

I could hear her stutter.. and look out the window.

"5 days witt"

"And when can i go home"

"As soon as you want, the docter said your fine but..."

"But im under watch.."

"Yes..."

I sighed as reality settled in...

I just tried to kill myself...

Words id never thought id say.
The docter told my mother id need rest and too come see me in the morning, as they bring me jell-o.

The next morning felt like rush hour, the hospital was busy and you can tell they were trying to get people out.

"Goodmorning"

"Mom? Why is it so loud"

"Well..you can come home and the docter said you dont need to be in here anymore"

"Oh....ok"

My mother packed my cloths as i slipp on sandals and pajama pants and ease my way out the hospital.