White Means Hope

Chapter 7: DCHH

Sorry for the long delay! It's been a while, and that's because i lost internet for a few days. And when I get it back I had started working on another story that I already have halfway done. 

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Sorry it's short, it's late at night. I'll make a longer update tomorrow! 

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-Alyssa

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After watching Sam leave,  I felt anger bubble through me. It was me, always me, that had everything go wrong in life when things looked like they might be looking up. Even a little, they still had to go wrong. In this situation, it was Sam coming back. I thought I had rid him from my life, and I enjoyed the idea of the thought. He had brought my ego a bit lower, and I had complied with everything he had told me. He was going to see the new me if he decided to stick around, and I hope it was enough to scare him away and to get him to leave me alone.

I started exploring the street again, this time paying attention to my surroundings, as I took in everything. Nothing seemed to have changed from the, God knows how long, time I have been in a coma. Though, small town's never really change, do they? That's one good thing about them, the con to it though is that information travels fast. And I mean really fast.

And then the rumor about me attempting suicide, and the reason, is going around too? I mean, yes people would probably notice my absence from school and other activities, but most people would think that I had cowardly left, and would laugh it off. No one would miss me, and everything would just go back to normal for them. I know that my crash was probably on the news, small town. But my school wouldn't care, I was the invisible one. My school would probably talk about how lucky they were to get rid of me, and wish my death from the crash.

The other thing that bothered me was how people knew I had attempted suicide, I mean it could have been any crash. God knows, it could have been an accident. But no, the doctors knew it was attempted suicide. If only I had actually ensured my death, maybe I wouldn't be in this giant mess..

I guess the doctors would know from the state of my car in the accident, could they tell that my car was off? If so, then it was pointing to suicide then. No sane person would have sat in a car that was in a position that could kill someone if another car came, that is if the person wasn't looking for suicide. That was probably how they found out, and then one thing lead to another.

Like Robert's marriage to Tracy.. I hope she entertains that bastards sexual fantasies at night, so I won't have to deal with him cheating on her and having to go through a long, and stupid, divorce process that would be filled with fake tears, and a lot of squealing.

Though, my whole life looks like it's going to be filled with squealing, or the rest of my life at least. I know that I could try to end it all, it's a chance since i'm out in the open. But i'm in a public community, with not many hiding spots. And those spots are filled with teenagers ditching school, and other activites. I would most likely be seen, and then I would be sent to another one of those mental hospitals. Those where what I feared, I hate them so much. Having to wake up every day to a loaf of bread and water, and having to be prodded by doctors and have staff talking about you, in good ways and bad, is not something I wanted to experience again.

I had to end it all at a time when no one would be able to see, probably when Tracy and Robert get stupid enough to leave me at home alone. Which, must be soon, if their stupid enough to let me leave the house just so they can make out with each other. Who knows, I could go up to a drug dealer and OD right now.

I have officialy approved that my so called 'family' is stupid, and needs some IQ points. It's a surprise that they have gotten anywhere with each other, family and all. I gritted my teeth as I thought about how Robert and Mom used to get along, they where such a good couple. The type you see in movies, all lovey-dovey and happy. They acted like teenagers around each other, and it was such a beautiful sight to see.

Then mom had to die.

And Tracy had to come in.

And that's when my family lost it's magazine perfectness, and I had lost my family. The rug had been pulled from underneath me, and I was left alone in a hospital. I had become a DCHH to the hospital members.

Daddy Can't Handle Her.