Through my drug induced fog, I feel my hand reaching out and my fingers searching for a small piece of metal. My fingers brush it's cold shape. I grab onto it and bring it to my wrist. I was finally going to it. Let go of my life. My hatred toward everybody and everything. My addictions. The peaceful grip of death will take me under it's wing. One deep slash after the other, I finally hit my vein a couple times. I smile triumphantly as the blood runs down my wrist to my hand and to the white and black checkered tile of my bathroom. Black slowly lines my vision as I become lightheaded. The cold tile creeps toward me. Everything fades. My heartbeat, slow and unsteady is the last thing I feel before peaceful silence.
Hours later:
Pain fills my entire body. Death wasn't supposed to hurt, was it? Its supposed to be peaceful. Was this my punishment for suicide?! A loud beeping noise breaks my thoughts. It matches my shallow heartbeats. My eyes slowly flutter open, my vision slightly blurry. Slowly, I take in my surroundings.
"Kat!" A familiar male voice sounds next to me. Oh no. Please don't tell me he's the one who found me.. John hugs me as tight as he can without hurting me. He pulls back and looks at me. I stare back into my baby brothers eyes. Tears begin to run down his face. "I was so scared I lost you." He sobs.
Sadness strikes my heart. He'd..miss me? My breath catches as I fight back tears threatening to spill out.
He stays by my bedside until a nurse comes into the room and says visiting hours are over. He sighs quietly. John slowly stands up.
"Bye Sis." He leans over the bed and kisses my forehead. Walking out of the room, John grabs his coat and shuts the door with a low click. I sigh quietly. My eyes slide over my arm. Stitches line my skin and needles litter my veins. My fingers brush the stitches. I must look a mess. I bite my lip. John would've missed me.. I couldn't believe someone in this world would. A light knock interrupts my thoughts. A short nurse, maybe 5'1, comes over and checks my IV before sticking a needle into the line.
"Im sure you've figured out part of the reason why you're here." Her voice is compassionate, unlike most other nurses in the past that have seen my self inflicted scars and cuts and have treated me like shit because of them. "You OD'ed on an illegal substance. Heroine I believe. You should be free to go by tomorrow afternoon." She reaches out and moves my hand away from my arm and places it beside me on the bed. I give her a weird look. "We cant have you messing with those, dear." She says nicely.
"But I was-" Drowsiness hits me like an 18 wheeler.
"You should rest."
My eyes start to close. A dreamless sleep overtakes me.
Short, yes. But I have a lot planned for the next few chapters. Let me know how you like it so far. Constrictive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
