𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

16

**TW**

Mention of attempted suicide

If this subject makes you uncomfortable, please do not proceed.

Song:
the blackest day- lana del rey
slowed + reverb

ANGEL

The drive back was insanely awkward and I found myself looking away in embarrassment every time Leena simply turned her head in my direction.

Thankfully, I had stepped into my house just a few seconds ago.

To say that I was thankful that I no longer had to be in the same proximity as her was an understatement.

I can't fucking believe that I did that. It was even worse that I didn't catch myself in the act, she had to ask me in order for me to snap out of it.

It was getting bad. Really bad.

I fully expected my father to be passed out on the couch like usual, but he was nowhere to be found.

My gaze travels around the living room in search of him. Having no luck, I enter the kitchen.

The sight that greets me puts my thoughts to a pause.

"Dad?" My voice comes out as a soft whisper, my eyes falling to his figure sprawled out on the kitchen floor. An opened prescription bottle lies on the floor next to him, a couple of pills spilling out onto the tiles.

I fall to my knees, shaking him worriedly as I examine the state of his body. "Dad? Fuck." I didn't think that it would get this bad. I never thought that it would get this bad.

I couldn't lose him too.

My hands shakily reach for my jacket pocket, pulling out my phone and dialing nine-one-one.

Maybe if I had come straight home, this wouldn't have happened.

***

Luckily dad was okay.

The words that the nurse had said repeats in my head. "You're lucky that you found him when you did," she said to me.

He overdosed. He fucking overdosed.

With my head in my hands, I cry, my shoulders violently shaking. He could've died. And then what? I'd be alone.

I already felt alone. I didn't want to be alone, too.

At the sound of sheets ruffling, I lift my head up. The man in front of me takes in the surroundings of the bright hospital room.

Wiping my face, I clear my throat. "You're up." As I observe him, he turns to look at me from his spot on the bed.

It's been days. I barely left his side, except for when I had to go home to shower and when visiting hours were over.

I've been missing school, but I couldn't bring myself to care. He was more important.

Leena tried getting ahold of me. I had about a hundred and sixteen missed calls from her alone and double that amount from Mitch and Matt.