3 AM tomorrow

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Rosemary

I looked at my hideous and too oversized hospital gown. It wasn't even considered fashionable anymore, just straight up ridiculous. I tried to untie the back, but my arms felt so sore.

Every time the doctors checked up on me, I pretend to sleep, not wanting to deal with them. I'd get the usual crap like you know why you're here, right? how are you feeling? Let me tell you something. I felt like utter crap.

Sometimes I try to move my arms, but the needles made my arms sore. I tried to get this breathing thing out of my nose, but whenever I would tug it off, my lungs felt like burning into small puddles of ash.

And then I remembered I tried to drown myself. I vaguely remember Lucas and Jane, but I slipped into this comforting blanket of fuzziness and warmth.

I would also get up, walking to the toilet in my room. The room smelt like hand sanitizer and gloves. Smelt vaguely comforting. Looking at myself in the mirror, I'd see nothing but a blur. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but my cheeks were hollow and my collarbones were protruding more. I felt disgusting.

I tried to drown myself. Just like that. Oh my God. What about Jane and Lucas, Rosemary? Damn.

I can't imagine how the person who found me must feel.

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