I felt the burning sensation on my wrist up. But my hair wasn't wet, my skin wasn't bare as it was ten minutes ago. Was it ten minutes ago? I opened my eyes to a cold room, an empty room. I was looking up onto a ceiling where the corners had what looked like cameras, I could almost taste the sensation I was being watched. I pulled myself into an upright position which was extremely harder than you would have ever thought. Pine needle green covered my skin, nurse scrubs? Was this just a dream? I didn't understand anything. I was cold as ice, my veins protruding from my hands. This bed wasn't mine. This isn't my home. This isn't real, it's not. I started to assure myself this was just a dream, a hallucination I didn't care. That was until a young woman in a white coat with a clipboard had slowly creaked open the door. Snapping my head her direction she smiled awkwardly. As if she was as nervous as I was. She sat next to me on the bed and all I could do was stare. "Carson" she started slowly "you're in the Oregon City hospital. Do you remember what happened last night?" Nodding my head the images had came flooding in, the blood, blades, steam. All of it. "Then you know why you're here?" She stated softly. I abruptly started "No, no I don't because
I'm fine. I need to go back home. You need to let me out of here." My voice started shaking because I knew that the truth was, I definitely wasn't okay. I needed to stay here, not go home. Taking my hand in hers "Carson, you know better and we both can agree on that. Things get better, you just have to be here for some time and it will be okay." She had such a soft and angelic assuring tone, her eyes an amazing emerald green looked back into mine. I instantly fell into her arms for a hug, unable to stop it. I felt her hands wrap around my back as she took me in just like her own. I needed to be here, I needed help. I just had been lying to myself for too long to notice until ending up here. Ending up here could be my way out. Because they decided I would be the one in a million.
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A Million Yet One
Teen FictionNo I didn't understand it, no I didn't want to understand it. I thought the marks on my wrists were fine, I was fine. Until my parents found out Halloween night. Counseling was fine. I lied, "no I haven't cut. No you can't see my wrists. Yes I feel...
