Incomprehensible Sounds [Lynn Gunn] Book 1

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//Chapter 7: Don't sugarcoat me

::'Cause I feel like suicide::

"Where am I?" Lynn asked as she slowly opened her eyes. All she can see was white.

"You're at the hospital. Last night you tried to kill yourself."

Then Lynn's eyes adjust from the brightness on the light that glowed every part of the white room.

She saw Jess standing next to her with full of worries in his eyes.

"Jess." Lynn said.

"Sweetheart, the doctor is here to talk to you."

Lynn sat up bed as she noticed where the bandages were wrapped around her wrist and neck.

Then she remembered what she did last night.

Suicide.

She didn't even know why she did it.

She just did it without knowing. But she knew about the voices.

It was all in her head.

All the screaming and despair. She overthinked herself. Thinking about how terrible she was, which it wasn't true. But it almost seems true to her.

"Suicide attempt? Is that your diagnosis?" The doctor asked as she keeps writing in her pad.

Lynn look up into the doctor's eyes, and raised one of her eyebrows. Giving her doctor a confused look.

"I'm Dr. Brown, at the same time I'll be the one assingning you for a rehab, if that is okay to your parents."

"Rehab?"

"Yes. It is nessesary for you to be in rehab, as we found out that your diagnosis will be suicide attempt." She explained to Lynm still writing at her pad.

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Lynn's mom didn't know that her own daughter is commiting suicide. As far as she know, is that Lynn have been happy living all by her own. But she was wrong.

Also, Lynn told her doctor and Jess to never tell her parents about her being a suicidal person. She didn't want her mother worried about her ever again.

This wasn't Lynn's first suicidal attempt. It was already her third time.

Lynn sat at the cold metal chair as her therapist sat across her waiting Lynn to reply.

"Tell me Lynn, how was your day today?" Her therapist asked. Mrs. Roxie.

Lynn just shrugged and said, "I'm fine."

Lynn have always been a stubborn patient back to her past therapist, and here her attitude again.

"You're fine? Good, good. So tell me Lynn, do you have any friends?"

Lynn seems to get bored by all of her questions. Some of them she answers are truthfully, and some of them are false.

What her therapist told her about seems useless. All she can think and feel about are hopeless.