The rope swung in front of me and I took it in my hand with a tight grip. Stood on the wooden stool, I gently looped it around my neck. This was it. “There’s no turning back now.” I whispered to myself. Oblivious to everything, my feet are ready to kick the stool out from underneath me. All of my physical and emotional strength is focused on this. This moment is all that matters. I stood on one leg and swung the other slowly, almost preparing and contemplating whether or not this was the right thing to do. I had made my decision. I look up and feel the stool fall from under my feet. Something’s wrong, though. The rope isn’t tightening, I’m not disappearing and my eyes are still focused. Then I snap to reality and feel two hands either side of my abdomen. I look and mouth “Why?” at the boy holding me before everything goes black.
*Beep, beep, beep*
“When do you think she’ll wake up?” I heard a deep voice speak up. I recognized the voice but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
When I felt warm lips press against my forehead, I wanted to open my eyes and see who it was, but the just wouldn’t open.
All I heard was muffled voices coming form the corner of the room. A wave of relief washed over me. I looked around to see a boy, he looked around my age but I wasn’t quite sure. I looked down at my hand it was placed in his.
As I moved my hand away from him he tightened his grip, not letting go.
I struggled away from him but his grip tightened. This brought back so many memories. But not good ones. But horrifying memories that make me cringe just thinking about them.
Tears streamed down my face as he stirred in his sleep. When would he wake up?
I turned back to where are hand where connected quickly moved it out. I let out a sigh of relief as he did not move.
At the end of the bed there was as duffle bag, I tip-toed over to it and unzipped it silently. I pulled out a pair of boxers and and hoodie. I headed to one of the two doors, which i was assuming was the bathroom.
I made the sure door was locked before striping out of the uncomfortable gown pulling the shorts up, pulling them tight around my waist. Then pulling the hoodie over my head which came down to about mid thigh. I entered the room making my way over to the door. I had to be carful, since I had to sneak pass him.
I needed to finish what I had started.
I made my way down the corridor until I heard a voice behind me “Cleo” I turned to see who was calling my name. How did they know my name? I finally reaslised who it was.
This was my chance. I sprinted down the corridor, turning left, then turning right. Until I came to a door that read “staff only” I pushed it, to surprisingly find it open. I quickly slid in and turned my head to see a metal ladder leading up into the cool night air.
The cold air hit me with force. My bare feet padded across the gravely surface, so that I was at the edge of the building. My breath hitched in my throat when I looked down. It was so high. I held my breath as my first foot left the surface. Tears where now streaming down my face.
“Don’t” I heard behind me. I turned to see Leo, “why” I questioned him. “Just come here and I can tell you” he pleaded. “NO!”I shouted, I closed my eyes and fell. But I was hoisted back up. Again I thrashed my arms and legs around trying to free myself. But I got no luck. I just struggled to get out of his grip, but he just held me there. Eventually I gave up and just cried into his chest.
When I realised what my body was doing I was shocked, but I didn’t care. For once I felt safe.
We stayed like that for about five minutes, before he carefully stood up with me in his arms and made his way back down it to the hospital.
