Starting over

Prologue

My name is Chloe Summers

I am 19 years old

My best friend is gone

Why am I not gone too?

I am far from gone already.

I closed my eyes and kept repeating those words in my head. It helps.

My name is Chloe Summers

I am 19 years old

My best friend is gone

Why am I not gone too?

I am far from gone already.

I hum while playing with my fingers which lay in a pile in my lap. I feel the white plain sheets rub against my hands and feet.

My name is Chloe Summers

I am 19 years old

My best friend is gone

Why am I not gone too?

I am far from-

"Chloe! Darling!" My eyes stare at the white wall in front of me as my door bursts open behind my hunched back. I ball my thin hands into fists and hug onto my pillow.

I didn't finish. I didn't finish repeating yet.

The nurse waltzes into my small 'calming' white room and smiles at me. I glare at her. That smile was fake, most definitely. Her red lipstick comes up into a nasty giggle and she taps my shoulder playfully "It's time for your medicine dear!" She sings and I nod glumly.

My medicine. Depression medicine.

"Carol.." I pause while she hands me two pills that spill into my hand like boulders. Ew. I gag silently while downing them in one swift gulp.

"Yes?" She says while stretching the word much to long. I sigh. Why was I even talking to this women?

Because you have no one else, Chloe.

"Do you think I'm getting any better?" She purses her lips and pretends to think for about a minute and then makes her way over to my window absentmindedly.

"At Dewberry Confinement Home for the sick and well being of others, you will get better in a jiffy! I promise dear, your in good hands." My window curtains slide open letting the blinding sunlight shine through and I see that stupid sign in my view.

It was green and big, and it read:

'Dewberry Confinement Home, We help you start over again'

Start over.

If only they knew how much I would want to do that.