BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 40

TW: S.H.

My forehead curls up in cramps as the bright florescent lights stab against sore eyes. They struggle to flutter open, aching to adjust in the stark room. There was a muted TV playing on the white wall, a large window over looking the city lights of Seattle and a sleek patient monitor drawing my attention to its redundant sound.

I'm in a hospital... so then...

I follow the IV tube down my pale arm, going further down to my wrist to see it had been thickly bandaged.

I failed... I sigh. Shit...

"You're awake!" Anne's sudden voice shifts my eyes to the door. "Oh my god, Rosie!"

She hugs me tightly, her crying only becoming harder when all I could do was stare at her.

She's in normal clothes today.

She looks like a mess.

If it wasn't for her annoying screech, I probably wouldn't have recognized her.

How long has she been here?

"Say somethin'," she pleads. "Anythin', please."

Arthur's not here.

... why would he be?

He wanted us to be apart.

"... is Arthur happy?"

"W-what?" She knits her brows in confusion. "Of course 'e isn't 'appy, ya tried ta kill yourself!"

You're a burden Rose.

You can't do anything right.

Can't even end it all, how fucking weak.

"Hm." I look away from her face, down to my crisp cold sheets.

"''m?!' Is that all you 'ave to say for yourself?! Just ''m.'?!"

I should feel embarrassed for the failed attempt, but I don't.

Mad, sad, anything; but I don't know what exactly to feel.

I suppose I should feel embarrassed, this is the third time I've tried to end my life and it failed; it's almost as if life wanted me to suffer.

I deserve it I guess.

"Do you 'ave any idea the scare you put Arthur through— that you put ME through?! You were dyin' before our very eyes—!"

"And I should've stayed dead."

She gasps loudly, unable to process what I just said.

"'ow dare you say that!" She steps away from me in shock. "Why would ya choose a permanent solution to a temporary problem?! Are ya really willin' to run away from this world like a coward?!"

A coward. That's what I am.

"I am." I said. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be alive. If anything, Arthur should've let me die right then and there. YOU should've let me die."

"Why you— I 'ave 'alf the mind to slap ya if you weren't so... so...!"

"You insult me as much as you want Anne, I meant what I said."

I look up at her, unafraid to speak my mind. "Wether I suffer the consequences from the ritual or I truly lost all feeling I have, I don't care. I really really don't. I've wanted to die since I lost my mom; and I still want to considering I'm not wanted anywhere. It would just be easier that way."

"You don't know what your fuckin' sayin'." She growls, her eyes turning venomous under her bangs. "You 'ave so much to live for, and you're being selfish about it."

"You don't know anything I've been through Anne."

"But you know what Arthur's been through. You know what he did? He pushed."

"And I'm tired of pushing."

I slip further into the sheet, pulling it over my head to further ignore her existence.

"It is what it is Anne, if you don't like it, just leave."

"And leave ya at risk of doing something stupid? Don't be daft."

Then do what you want. I sigh. Just let me rest.