If It Ain't You Then Who's Gonna Love You [Kellin Quinn]

Chapter 1

It was a knock on the door that awoke me after the night that was supposed to be my last. I cleared my throat and tried to get up on my elbows but collapsed because of a stinging pain in my wrists and forearms. Looking around the room, I realized that the gray carpet floor in my room was now soaked with blood and so were my clothes.

It knocked again. “Kate, are you in there?” –my colleague Juliet asked, a worried tone in her voice.

This was one of the things I hated about living at my workplace. Well, what was there to like about it? The dentist’s surgery was located in a skid row so we had already been robbed twice since we started it last year. On top of this, it was only a small apartment so I barely had any privacy until all the staff left. And all this misery was only Joel’s fault.

“Kate?”

“Yeah, what’s the matter?”

“Mr. Sullen called and cancelled his appointment.”

“Oh, alright.”

“Should I just call the next patient and ask him to come a bit sooner or-“. She was cut off by the phone ringing again. Still, she came back after less than a minute, like an annoying bug.

“Just to fill you in, that was a pain patient. I told him he could come right now.”

“Okay, good.” I waited until her steps faded away, sighed and tried to get up again. The gaping cuts on my wrists started to bleed again as soon as I moved, though, so there was a small trail of blood leading to the drawer where I kept my dressing.                                                                                                             I had to be quick getting ready, as I had spent several minutes on taping up my arms and the ringing of the bell reminded me that I had to get out there and face people in a matter of seconds. The thought of it gave me nausea. I couldn’t. All I wanted was to be dead. I had no one, and nothing but this narrow, dark room and a few dull-edged blades.

I was such a failure.                                                 

There was nothing to do; I had to get through this day. Taking a deep breath I smoothed my shirt out, opening the door and immediately regretting that. The neon lights were so bright; they hurt my eyes that were used to the darkness in my room and my soul. I noticed a person already sitting on the dental chair so I grabbed the anamnesis sheet and glanced at it.   

“Alright, so what brings you here, Mr. … Quinn?”

~ So I've had the idea for this story in my head for a while... I figured I'd just start it right now at 3 am. Perfect timing, right? Sorry, the beginning is lame but I have quite a few ideas to get this going, so don't worry ^^ ~