He is living to die, and she's dying to live
"No drug can ever numb reality; when the effects fade, reality returns ten times as agonizing. Only death can free me from this one. I will not be here to face reality," his raspy voice says as he gazes i...
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𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓻
Trevor stared blankly out the window, watching as the golden light of the setting sun bathed the sky in a warm glow. It felt so at odds with the icy numbness that had settled deep within his bones.
The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the dimly lit hospital room, a constant reminder of his yet another failed attempt. He should have succeeded this time, finally found the peace he so desperately craved. But fate, that cruel mistress, had snatched that final release from his grasp once more.
The door creaked open and a young nurse poked her head in, her brow furrowed with concern. "Mr. Everdean? How are you feeling?"
Trevor didn't even bother to turn and acknowledge her. "How the hell do you think I'm feeling?" he muttered bitterly, his voice ragged and devoid of emotion.
The nurse hesitated, clearly taken aback by his curt response. "I...I'm sorry, I was just checking in."
She waited a moment, as if hoping for some sign of acknowledgement from Trevor, but he remained stubbornly silent.
The nurse hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed with concern, before stepping fully into the room. She moved quietly around the bed, her gaze focused on the various monitors and machines surrounding Trevor.
The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the air, punctuated by the occasional hiss of the oxygen machine. The nurse jotted down a few notes, her pen scratching against the clipboard as she worked.
Trevor's eyes flickered momentarily to the open door, noting the nurse's apparent unease. He wondered if she was afraid of him, if the rumors of his instability had made her terrifiedof him. The thought made his lips twitch with bitter amusement. This was his first time seeing her and she wore a student's nurse uniform too.
Trevor's stare returned to the window and he just gazed outside. The doctor's words still hung heavy in the air, their gravity weighing down on him like a thick, fog. He continued to stare blankly out the window. How many times had he been in this same position? He might as well start loosing count
Little more thoughts of it and a bitter laugh escaped his lips, the sound dry and devoid of any real mirth. "Psychiatric ward, shitty support group, huh?" he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turned his gaze to the nurse, his eyes narrowed to slits. "What, you think a few touchy-feely sessions and some happy pills are gonna fix me? You people have been trying that crap for years, and look where it's gotten me." Trevor let out a humorless snort, shaking his head in disgust
