Pyromaniac // C.H

Chapter 1

Phoenix

I sat on the floor of my room contemplating my demise. I wasn't a particularly happy teenager but then again, who is?

After all the shit I've been through I thought, what's the point. No one will give a damn if I'm here or not.

And then I decided that tonight was the night to do it. But how?

I could always overdose but my family doesn't take prescription drugs. I could hang myself, jump off a bridge.

I sighed, not knowing what option I would take when I saw the glint of metal out of the corner of my eye.

I stood up and made my way over to my dresser where I kept my razor. I pushed my Crimson hair out of my face to look at my arms.

Littering the inside of my forearms were scars, some faded, some new. I figured until I could make a decision on how to leave this world, I would mutilate myself. I'm gonna die anyways so what difference did it make?

I dragged the cold metal across my skin one. Two. Three. Four times. Each time going deeper than the last and stopping.

Something took over me and I couldn't release my grip on the blade. That was the addiction part of self harm kicking in.

I noticed black dots starting to take over my vision and before I knew it, I was spiraling down into my demise.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke up to the sound of what only could be described as a heart monitor. I hadn't opened my eyes, not knowing what I would encounter.

Then a voice came in saying, "Her health seems to be coming back. We did have to do a blood transfusion due to the significant loss of blood but it seems that she should be fine."

I heard another voice exhale a sigh of relief. "I'm glad she's okay." And that would be my mother.

I kept my eyes shut as I heard their conversation carry on. "Now, as for Phoenix's mental state and well being. We do have her records and it appears that this is not her first time in this situation. She seems to have attempted suicide three times in the last six months. Has she been seeing a therapist or a psychiatrist?"

I heard my mom sigh again, but not of relief, "She has been. She's scheduled to talk to her psychiatrist at least twice a week but obviously that's not doing anything."

"Well," the doctor had spoke up, "There is a place that we send patients as a sort of last resort when nothing else seems to be doing the trick. It's a facility called, Grace Point. It's located in Colorado so you would have to fly her there, but of course we will fund you for it. It's the third best mental facility in the continental US."

Grace Point. I've heard of that. It's where they send seriously deranged patients in hopes of them getting better. But I'm not insane. I just really hate this life I'm living. I'd rather not exist, that shouldn't count as being insane.

"If it helps my daughter get better, I'm willing to try anything." Fuck.

"Great!", exclaimed the doctor, "I'll go email the facility and fax over Phoenix's information. I'll be back in about an hour."

I heard the door open and shut, signaling his departure. With my eyes still closed, I felt the bed dip down beside me and my mother place her hand on my cheek. "Oh honey, it'll all be okay soon." She placed a chaste kiss upon my forehead and proceeded to leave as well.

After she left, I opened my eyes and focused on my surroundings. I looked down at my arm and saw an I.V sticking out of the crook of my elbow. I followed the tube up to a heart monitor to my left. The lights were off in my room and there was a clock right above the doorway that read 2:37. I'm assuming it was the afternoon considering there was a little bit of light shining through one of the windows in the room.

I adjusted myself in bed, and tried to settle in. I began coughing due to an extremely dry throat and tried to calm down. Soon after, a nurse came into the room. She looked to be about 30 with short, red curly hair. When she noticed I was awake, she smiled. "Hey there sweetie, I'm just here to check your vitals. Is there anything you need?"

Remembering my coughing fit from a minute ago, I tried to speak up, "Um, could I just get some water?" She smiled again after taking my vitals, "Of course, dear." She exited the room and returned a couple minutes later with a cup of ice water. She set it down on the table next to me and left.

I took a couple sips from the cup and placed it back on the table. I began staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts taking over.

My mom is shipping me off to an insane asylum. Fucking Grace Point. That's in all the way in Colorado, far far away from Indiana. I'll be leaving everything behind and being locked away for God knows how long.

But who knows, maybe this will be a chance for me to start over. I won't have to deal with my mom or all the stress from school. Maybe this could be a good thing...

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Okay guys! Chapter one is officially up! I'm super excited to be writing this story and I hope you guys enjoy it!!