Behind Closed Doors

Authors note: Okayyyyyy so I decided to do this little story and I thought of it while I was on vacation at a lake nearby… It's a pretty depressing thing to think about considering when you're on vacation you're supposed to be thinkin of happy, sunshiny and rainbows. This story is anything but. The summary goes like this: Aubry's life has never been simple, especially since her mom died. But when a catastrophe happens everything changes for the worst.. Or does it? She'll go through trials and mental torment.. Even a bit of romance. Will it all work out or will she lose herself completely? (End of summary) Okay, so either this will be good or it will suck completely....
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Black... Darkness everywhere... I don't remember how I got here, or how to get out. The air around me is this dense like under water where the pressure is too high and your ears pop. I could feel my throat closing up making me claustrophobic and a panic set in. Am I dead? I don't remember... Nothing makes sense. Maybe I'll remember if I just stay here and float around.. Wait, there's no water! I'm laughing hysterically now. I put my hand in front of my face and feel my fingers wiggling, but I don’t see it! I stop laughing. I'm invisible? That sets me off in another fit of giggles. Suddenly, I feel like I shouldn't be laughing, like something terrible has caused this and I start to feel scared. Why am I here anyway..?
"Beep." A distant sound broke me from my thoughts. What the hell was that? "Beep", it sounds again, only louder this time. The sound is really annoying and shrill in my ears. I can feel myself being pulled forward, out of the dark. "Beep!" The noise wont stop!! "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP."
"Ahhh!", I scream when I wake from my weird dream like state. I feel sweat drip from my forehead to my cheeks, my breath coming in gasps. My heart rate slows down a bit and I slowly start to grasp where I'm at. At first, all I register it that the room is bathed in white; white walls, white floors, white EVERYTHING. The smell seems to hit me next and it's too clean; like fresh ammonia. I look around and spot a clock on the wall; 10:23. By looking out the window beside my bed I can tell it's morning. The beeping hasn't stopped and I think maybe I'm still dreaming, but I turn my head to the right and notice a heart monitor and an IV bag. 'I’m in the hospital? Oh, shit.' I look down at myself and my eyes widen. My arms are covered in a tightly woven gauze wrap and blood is seeping through; my left hand had the IV and tube attached to it.
I run my fingers over the bandages on my left arm and finger a loose piece. I grab it and slowly unravel it and set the length on my stomach to look at the gash on my arm. The cut starts on my wrist and runs vertically to the inside of my elbow; the skin is puckered where the stitches tightly hold it together. In some places where the stitches don't cover, there is pus and blood leaking out. The sight of it makes me sick and I gingerly lay it at my side.
I hear a door shut and when I look up, a young looking nurse is standing with a clipboard at hand writing something down. She looks up and smiles. "Ah, I see you're awake. My name is Hannah and I'm your nurse. Please try to keep your bandages on to keep from getting infection. Do you have any questions?", she asks.
"Uhh. Yeah, just one.  Why the HELL am I here!?”, I half yelled. I kind of have an idea what happened but I need it confirmed...
She shifts uncomfortably for a moment before she speaks. "Uhh, darlin'... You tried to kill yourself."
'That can't be right,' I think. Then, I remember. Everything. 'I can’t believe it. He wouldn't.' I look down at my arms again. 'He did.' I stop myself from being surprised. 'He does tend to go overboard sometimes.'
The nurse gives me a sympathetic look and walks over to check my monitor. "Well, honey," she says, checking the chart in front of her. "It looks like you'll be heading out of here this afternoon."
"What? But I just got here", I say, exasperated.
"Wow. You really don't know do you? Honey, you've been in here for nine days. Your dad dropped you off after "this" happened", she motions to my arms.
"Has he been here?", I ask as I wrap my arms around myself, praying silently at her answer.
"Not since the first night. But don't worry, he settled everything for when you leave this room and over to one in the institute", she smiles. I sigh in relief at her first words then I freeze.
My breathing quickens and I start to hyperventilate."Th-the institute? What has he settled?!," I breathe.
"Calm down, honey. They can help you over there. It's a place for people who are going through mental tourment and can't find a healthy output for it. They have group therapy and individual therapy where you can talk about your problems, and whatnot."
"No! No, I don't want to go there!", I yelled, my heart racing. They would not put me in a crazy house if I had something to say about it.
"Well, I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice. Your doctor insists. But for now I'm just going to let you sleep for a little longer." She pulls a needle out of a drawer and inserts it into the IV bag and I feel myself get drowsy.
"Wait. P-please.! I do-don't... belong...", I drawl sleepily.
"Sweet dreams, darlin." That's the last thing I hear before I go under.

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AN: Okay I know it's short but its 2 am so I'll write longer ones later on (: