Dream Deep

Chapter 2

"Good morning sleepy head", screeched a very voluptuous woman. Her face was red and swollen like the looks of an overcooked hot dog. Her hair soaked at the roots from sweat. It fell short of her bright red freckled ears which were pierced at the lobe. It looked more like a slice than a pierce. May be too heavy of ear rings thought the girl. "Hmm let's see here, Livia Train, Trant, Trunt"? "Traunt!", the girl yelped out. My name is Livia Traunt!" "Oh, okay Traunt. Hmm interesting now tell me, is Livia short for Oliv", "No! exclaimed the girl angrily, it's just Livia". "Oh okay I see. Well, Livia My name is Pamela but you can call me Pam for short and I will be your nurse for today. Now I'm going to need your arm to take your vitals." The heavy set woman pulled out a pastel green thick piece a rubber and tied it tightly around Livia's arm. She felt as if the lower part of her arm was just going to fall right off it was so tight. Pam plunged the sharp needle into a now bright green vein. Out came the reddest blood flowing through the tube. The blood looked like a very old wine that had been aged well. She then gave Livia a thermometer to put in her mouth. After about thirty seconds it beeped. "Okay lets see here" sighed Pam. She looked at the thermometer. "Okay 97.9 good." She then took the girls blood pressure. It squeezed so hard on her arm like a child squeezes their parents leg on the first day of kindergarten. "See that was easy, now we're all done." She wrote on the dry erase board right next to the bed. She scribbled the girl's name and put hers on top. It read today's date November 27 and the Nurse for today. "Okay Livia" the nurse said with an awful smirk. There's breakfast in the group room. You should come eat." Pam grabbed her clip board and walked out of the room. Livia was hungry, she hadn't eaten since Monday night. Her stomach grabbed the inside of her skin and pulled it towards itself. It rumbled with great anger but Livia didn't want to give in, for she did not want anything to do with this place or its crummy food. So she just sat there on the edge of the still made bed and dazed off into space.
She day dreamed about what happened the day before. She relived the experience in her mind. She could remember sitting in her bedroom feeling anxious. That day she knew what she had to do. She went into the bathroom and grabbed some asprin. She sat on her full size bed that was dressed with a purple and lavender comforter. Her music played softly in the background. The stuffed animals all stared at her with sadness in their black beady eyes. She just sat. With the bottle shaking in her hands from the nervousness she was experiencing. Those same black spiders teased her around the room. She sat and she did so for a long while thinking about whether she should take the pills or not. She remembered all of her friends at school and her parents. She remembered all of the good things that had happened in her life. The awards she won for band, the A,B honoroll she maintained and the medals she had won from track. But what good was all of that if she had not enjoyed life? These things took over her and she hated that. She didn't want to be here anymore and the voices reminded her of that more than enough times in a day. She slowly opened the bottle and poured a few of the pills into her hand. She looked at them; she was ready. She dropped them all in her mouth at once and swallowed, and from then on it was easier. She took the rest of the half empty bottle while tears raced down her face. After doing so her body felt weak. Not because of taking the pills but because of what she had just done. She cried for a while and held her bear tight. Then reality hit. No! she didn't want to die! She immediately felt sorry for what she had just done. Her body shook with fear. She was overwhelmed at the thought that this could be her last day here. She ran into her parent's bedroom where they still slept at 4 am. She screamed I'm so sorry! I don't want to die! Tears streamed down her brown cheeks. She dropped to her knees. She had n't felt so afraid in her life. Not even the time she got in a car wreck with her mother. Her father jumped out of bed frightened by the news his distraught daughter was going to bring to his attention. But there were need for words. For he saw the empty bottle of Asprin that she had let roll down from her right hand. "What have you done", her father sobbed. "what did you do he then screamed in terror. "Livia", he shouted. "Answer me", he cried. Livia sat on her knees with her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. She felt it could stop at any moment.  Her mother rushed to her and held her while rocking like she rocked Livia when she was a baby. "Baby momma's gonna need you to go to the bathroom and try and bring it back up". Pleases she begged. Livia crawled weakly to the toilet and stuck her finger down her throat. Bitter white liquid came up and fell into the toilet water. Her father called the ambulance. From then on everything was a blur to Livia. She heard faint noises and the sound of her parents rustling. She laid on the bathroom floor scared. Her hands were being warmed by the inside of her legs. What was going to happen to her she thought. She began to regret all of the bad things she had done in life but not as much as she regretted taking those pills. She cried softly. She could hear the sirens going in and out. But she just laid there as if ready to accept her fate. 

The next thing she knew paramedics were rushing into the bathroom door. They picked her limp body up and laid her on the bed. They hauled her off into the truck. Her father rode in the ambulance with her. He was crying by her side. She had never seen her father so scared in her life and she had never seen him cry. He held her hand tightly. "Just tell me why Livia. Why did you do it? Are you not happy? God loves you, we love you." Her father's voice faded away with each word. The bright lights dimmed away as Livia slowly closed her eyes. She felt so weak like she had been running a 5k marathon. But it was true Livia had been running. She had been running her whole life. She was just exhausted and wore down from all of the trauma and pain she endured. The ambulance pulled into the hospital. Livia was rushed into the emergency room. Nurses scurried around everywhere like little mice do when being chased by a broom. "We're going to have to pump her stomach", said the doctor. Livia was fading in and out of the conversation that was being held. She then felt so tired that she fell asleep, and that's what she did, slept.
After an hour or so Livia could hear her father talking to a lady. She was short and had dark red hair that fell straight and curved a bit right at her shoulders. She had bangs that landed slightly over her eyebrows. Her black large brimmed glasses sat on her nose uncomfortably. She held a brown clipboard in her hand with kids stickers all over the bottom. Livia strained to hear what they were talking about but she knew it was about her. "And how about school", the lady asked. "No, nothing that's ever been brought to our attention. This came as a shock to us. She didn't show any signs as far as we could tell. She is a very bright girl with a promising future so I can't imagine what would bring her to do this. I'm still in so much shock", Livia's fathers voice started to crack. He put his hand to his eyes, "It's just so painful to see your baby girl go through this. Her father started to cry, the lady touched his arm with a comforting hand. "I'm so sorry Mr. Traunt, maybe your wife and I can start to discuss what to do from here. "What to do from here?", Livia thought. She saw her mom come up to the lady and her father and they walked to an empty room. Livia lay her head back down on the pillow and stared at the tiled ceiling. It smelt so clean in that hospital that it was almost sickening. She closed her eyes, she was still so tired. She wished she were at home in the quiet of her room and in the comfort of her bed. She imagined she was, as best as she could and slipped away in a sleep not even a screaming baby could wake her out of.