The Suicide Story

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As I went downstairs, 11pm in the night, Thursday, I heard an ambulance.

They rang  the doorbell.

I opened the door.

'Excuse me, but we received a phone call saying that someone needed an ambulance at 45 Spiral Road.' The man said.
'Well, I never called an ambulance' I said
'We'll surely we received a call'

Then I realised who made the call. My mum. She must've fallen ill.

'Excuse me for a minute.' I say politely

I rushed upstairs. I opened her room door.

I saw vomit. Then I saw mum. Lying down on the floor, with a bottle of vodka in her hands, but loosely. By her side, I found two more bottles of vodka, and a small bottle of wine. This was it. She had gained Alcohol Poisoning. I tried to wake her up, revive her. I screamed 'MUM!' Right to the top of my voice. She didn't answer, just laid on the floor still. She didn't seem to be breathing. Maybe she called the ambulance before she fell into the coma.

I screamed at the top of my voice: 'She's up here!'

The ambulance people came running up into her room. They dragged her downstairs. And put her in one of those strollers. I was asked to come, as I didn't have anyone else home. Then we drove to the hospital. As we were driving, I held mum's hand.

'Please don't die.' I said as tears rolled down my tears. For the first time in four years, I actually cared about mum. I didn't want to go to anyone else, or to local care. I wanted to stay home,  with my mum, no mater how many units of wine and vodka she would drink per day, wheather it would leave her socialising or leaving her drowsy, I didn't care. I just wanted my mum to revive and then we'd go home happily ever after. Or if she died, I prayed that dad would come home the day after.

Once we reached the hospital, they rushed her in. I went in. I saw them giving my mum a multiple amount of drugs to prevent her dying. She was dying. But at 4am, they gave up. No matter how much drugs they gave her. The amount of alcohol inside her was too strong for the drugs. She died that very night. I laid on the hospital bed, her dead bed, my face down, and wept. I lost my mum, and now I was going to go to the nearest relative around me. My uncle, who was a moderate alcoholic. But my aunty was drunk. She drank and drank, and been at the hospital multiple times, surviving them all. I was going to stay with them until my dad came back.