M.Miller pov//
The first thing I sense is that I'm not dead.
I can smell a sterile environment and even though I'm sure heaven is clean, I don't think God would want to make heaven smell clean.
I can see a bright light shining through my closed eyelids, I have this gut feeling that if I open them the rest of my life will change and I'm not ready for that.
I hear a beep...beep..beep every few seconds, it's soothing.
From the information I've gathered..I'm in a hospital. This is my first time being a patient.
All of the memories from yesterday fog my thoughts.
I tried to kill myself, I was being extremely selfish. How could I do this to my family, they are probably worrying like crazy.
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Gone//M.Miller
Short StoryShe was gone, her eyes didn't hold their usual glint, her paintings were dark, music taste went down the drain, it wasn't her anymore.
