Second Option

Prologue

Again. It didn't work again. Again, I feel myself lying on this uncomfortable bed. Again, I feel that tragic headache. Again, I feel the bandages on my wrists.

I sighed. I had such a damn hope that this time it would work. I had hoped I wouldn't feel anything anymore. I had hoped I wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

After a few minutes, I decide to open my eyes, even though I really don't want to.

Before I lift my eyelids, I cover my eyes with my hand to shield them from the harsh white light.

Only when my vision clears after a few moments can I look around. But I don't notice any changes. All the rooms here look the same. A bed, some shelves, and a private bathroom, and that's it.

I don't even count on seeing anyone beside me anymore because, of course, there are more important things than me.

I wanted to find out how long I'd have to stay here this time, so I pressed the button to call the nurse.

In just a moment, a very young nurse entered the room, dressed in a classic pink nurse's uniform.

-Good morning, how are we feeling?- she asked in a sweet voice.

-Very well,- I replied sarcastically.

The woman didn't respond; she just started checking my vitals and, of course, the bandages on my wrist.

The nurse left the room, and just when I thought she wasn't coming back, she returned with a doctor. I grimaced at the sight, as I had recently promised him this would be the last time.

-I'm not thrilled to see you either. I'll just remind you—you promised me this was the last time,"- he said, slowly approaching me.

-When can I leave?- I asked, averting my gaze from his face.

-You'll be able to leave when your parents come to pick you up,- he paused for a moment, looking at my patient chart, -and before that, you'll have a session with a psychologist.

-What? Oh no, no, no. I'm not talking to anyone,- I started repeating.

-Young lady, listen, how many attempts is this already this year?- he looked at me sternly, -I'll just remind you—it's October now. Is this the 2nd? 3rd?

-4th,- I corrected him.

-Exactly, the 4th, so please, let us help you.

I didn't want to talk about it anymore, and the doctor, it seemed, noticed that because he dropped the topic.

-Alright, young lady, how are you feeling?- he asked when he checked my wrists.

-Mentally or physically? Because both are crap.

-I'm asking physically, but I'm also concerned about your mental state.

-In life, you don't always get what you want.

-Stop it! What's wrong with you physically?

-Oh, Jesus. Alright, fine. My head and throat hurt.

-Is that all?

I nodded.

-Alright, then wait for the psychologist.

-Mhm.

And he left, along with the nurse. Once again, I was alone. Once again, there was no one here.