hemlocks

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"Open the fucking door Aiden!! Don't fucking play with me, open the door!" Madeline, Aiden's mother, demanded entry to her son's bathroom. She banged on the door, tears streaming down her face with 911 on the other line.
"Ma'am i'm going to need you to find anything light enough you can carry but hard enough you can break the door with. If he's overdosing our paramedics won't get there in time to administer the shot in case he's on his back." The operator instructed.
Madeline looked around, panicked and breathing heavily. She saw Aiden's wooden chair across the room under his desk, immediately running after it. Once she picked it up, she slammed it against the thin material of the door a few times. She kept hitting it with all her strength, until it went through and left a hole big enough for her to reach her arm through and unlock the door.

On the same no-wax tile floor she bathed her once cheerful baby boy when he was just an infant, he lay seizing on it. He was halfway on his side, somewhat vomiting and foaming throughout his seizure. "Aiden!!" She screamed, grabbing her phone and kneeling at his side.

"Alright Ms. Madeline do you see him? What's he doing?" The dispatcher asked, the sound of her typing on her keyboard being heard. "H-He's throwing up and seizing!! What should I do?! Please, I need to help my son!" She cried, the sight of her perfect son with his eyes rolled back and trembling uncontrollably being burned into her mind.
"Turn him on his side so he doesn't choke on his vomit, okay?" The operator instructed.
Madeline did just that, turning him on his arm. "Mommy's here Aiden.. It's gonna be just you and me forever, okay? You can't give up on me..." Madeline mumbled to her son, mostly trying to comfort herself.

"911 Paramedics!!!" Madeline heard a man call from downstairs, having already broken their way into the house to get to Aiden. Loud stomping up the stairs filled Madeline's ears, the dispatcher hanging up once they realized the medics were there...

...

Aiden woke up in a freezing cold room, machines beeping and keeping track of his heart rate, blood pressure, and blood sugar. There were multiple pins in his arms, connected to whatever they drained out or pumped in.

Once he realized where he was, his stomach dropped.

He failed.

Burning tears formed in his pretty deep brown eyes, rolling down his cheeks. He brought his hands to his face, pulling his knees closer towards his chest. "Fuck, man.." He muttered, his voice cracking from the lump in his throat.

It was nighttime, the stars and moon being the only thing lighting up his room with the large glass windows. He knew he couldn't break them. They were tempered and bullet proof... he's tried.

Aiden stared at the white ceiling, deeply inhaling.

Why was it so hard to just die?

Other people did it so easily...

Did he really need to feel so much pain to be successful before he finally killed himself?

Aiden looked outside the hospital window, thinking to himself. They'd put him in solitary confinement or have his hands tied now. He could feel the soft straps around his wrists on the bed, a button right at his fingertips in case he needed anything. He wondered how long they'd keep him again. Two days? One month? Three months?

Aiden's eyes dragged from the window down to his hands. He was tired. He wanted to be at ease and let his soul rest peacefully, but the universe couldn't even grant him that, huh?

He looked at his palms, noticing every ridge and line on his hands. He wanted to see what was so good about life that people kept bringing him back. This was his third attempt, and it once again didn't work. Drugs, alcohol, and sex were the only things that he saw 'euphoria' in. How come everyone else could get a happy ending and not him?

He was mad.

He was so fucking mad.

There were no other words to describe his fury.

He bit the inside of his cheek, until he could taste blood.

He balled his fists, his fingernails digging into the detailed flesh of his palms.

He could feel the itch in the back of his throat.

He wanted to say something.

He couldn't.

He seethed, until his emotions boiled over the top and he shut his eyes tightly.

Aiden let out an anger-filled scream of pure rage.

His scream was filled with pain, hurt, and hate.

The itch in his throat was satiated, the scratchiness of his vocal cords releasing the sound shook his entire body.

He screamed so loud it seemed as if the entire hospital heard it.

Nurses came rushing to his room, barging in out of concern.