I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved

Ch. 2: Lost Opportunities

I got a call from the hospital around ten in the morning; I was supposed to be at school presenting my biology project with Alejandra but by now the school was aware of my situation and I would most likely be excused for a few days, maybe even wweeks. The hospital told me that I could come by but gave me no update on my mom's condition. I took a bus from the hotel and rushed into the hospital where a doctor met me.

"Hello Hannah. I suppose you'd like to see your mother now?" he asked.

All I could do was nod my head in silent agreement. He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

"Hannah, we weren't able to save your mother. Her skin was too badly destroyed and she went into organ failure. She died about an hour ago"

"AND YOU DIDN'T LET ME HAVE ONE FINAL GOODBYE?"

"Well after your father, I--"

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed before running out. Why was this happening to me? Why did God choose to remove the two most important people from my life? I walked back to the hotel instead of taking the bus and when I got back to my stupid temporary room, I fell to the bathroom floor and vomited in the toilet. I heaved up more before curling up on the floor; there was a knock at the door, probably housekeeping. I yelled for them to come bck later and laid in silence as a thought formed in my head: if my parents were no longer here, why should I be? I got up and found a razor from which I removed the blades. I stripped from my clothes, turned on the shower, and got in the blazing hot box where I sat down inside with the blades. I took one of the blades and dragged it across the skin of my wrists. I pushed it deep, drawing as much blood as possible, letting my veins cry their tears. I felt everything going dark, it was finally the end. I sat back against the warm wall of the shower and closed my eyes.