"I'm Fine"

Chapter 5//Waking Up

25 days before the SUICIDE

*Beep Beep Beep*
God damn it what is that sound?
*Beep Beep Beep*
Heaven shouldn't be like this.
*Beep Beep Beep*
God fucking damn! My eyes fluttered open and I look down at myself. I had about 5 tubes in my neck alone.

Why am I here? Did I fall or something? Because that totally sounds like me. I looked to my left to find a 'push for assistance' button. I push it and a few minuets later, a nurse comes rushing in.

She was young. With black hair and dark brown eyes. Average. "What do you need?" She asked in a kind tone.

"Why am I in the hospital?" I questioned.
She looked at what seems to be my file. Her eyes widened and she sighs. "Oh Hun, you attempted suicide."

The events come flooding back to me now. The pills, the blade. I look down at my arm to see it butterfly stitched. My heart sunk. I survived. "Where's my dad?" I asked with a sudden though. He probably has other things an people to worry about then his own daughter.

"He... Couldn't make it." She says and gets a call in her phone. She walked out to answer it.
"Figures." I mumbled.
A nurse then comes in and gives me what I assume to be sleeping pills. The last thing I remember before sleeping, was the nurse zip tying the medicine cabinets closed.
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I stair at the tan walls with no emotion. Day 6. Still not father. Not even a damn call. No visits from anyone. Just therapy sessions at the hospital once a day.
"Ayla?" The woman sitting across from me asked. "Hm?" I said suddenly realizing she had been talking all along. "I said, what made you take those pills and do that to yourself?" She said, gesturing toward my arm.

"I was bored." I said giving her a blank expression.

"Ayla. Your going to have to talk to me." She said with a stern tone.

"Isn't me being depressed and suicidal enough reason?" I bit my lip.

"No."

"Then what do you want to know."

"Why did you do it?" She said.

"I already told you." I said emotionless. "Alright Ayla. You have one more chance to tell me. Or else I'll have to assume just therapy won't be enough for you." She said with a glare.
Wow, is that even allowed? Very mature of you.

"Fuck off." I said simply. She sighed and wrote something down. Then another thing. She picked up the phone on her desk and made a call.

"Yes. Ayla Wescott. I was calling about checking in a patient." She said. I feel that she could use some extra help that a therapist can't give her. Some help that a mental hospital can." She said and my mouth fell open.

Did she just say mental hospital?9