I have been in the hospital for and unknown amount of days. I haven't seen the doctor who cried since he left that day, he said he would be back for another check in a couple hours, but a different doctor came. I have asked countless times for the other doctor, making up excuses about the doctor they have given me as a replacement. My family hasn't come to seen me, I don't really have friends, the only person to visit me is my neighbor, and that's to give me some of "her" stuff.
I'm kinda lonely and I am not aloud to leave my room for another couple of days. I am under suicide watch, which basically they have me in a room where I can be seen by someone at all times, whether it's a doctor or a nurse, someone can see me. I have been thinking about her a lot. About her smile and her endless stories about tree climbing and carnivals. I have been outside my room only a couple of times, for cleaning purposes. I will be getting a roommate soon, I'm kind of excited, just to see what kinda nutcase I'll be put with, since I don't sleep very much here, often due to headaches, or nightmares.
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The pain in her eyes. The smile on her face...?
AcakAll he could see was a hanging best friend and a slight smile on her face. She ended it all in seconds. Because it was the only thing that made her happy. He thinks.
