I awake in a hospital bed, I'm absolutely certain that's what it is because I've been here before. Hell, maybe even this exact room. There's two nurses checking my vitals, otherwise nobody cared enough to come. I breathe a sigh of relief when they leave, I can finally be alone with my thoughts.
My caseworker walks in.
"Cooper, please let this be the last time."
I roll my eyes, and focus my attention to the posters on the wall.
"Promise me?" She says with the most pitiful look.
"I can't make promises I can't keep without breaking a promise to myself." I look down to avoid the shame. I hate myself so much.
"You're moving to a new home when you get better, we can pack your things then." Casey says.
I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I still have hope of a future, which seems strange considering how many times I have attempted to commit. Maybe this home will be my final destination, just maybe. If I wasn't laying here in my hospital bed, I would for sure cross my fingers and wish, or possibly pray. I doubt it will be though, it can't be, I am incapable of love, I am broken beyond repair, nobody wants me.