This Is Just To Say

Hospital

White.

Black.

Light.

Dark.

Lights.

Bright lights.

A face.

Katelyn opened her eyes fully, only to realise the paralysing pain moving around her body as soon as she breathed in deeply. Katelyn found herself in a hospital bed, a nurse or doctor standing next to her peering over her now conscious body.

'This isn't what I thought heaven would look lik-' Katelyn though until...

She was alive.

S-s-she didn't want to be alive, she had nothing else to live for, she found no purpose being on this earth. How is she still here, she doesn't want to be here!

"W-w-where am I?" Katelyn said to the nurse, busying herself by checking charts.

"Why, isn't it obvious? You're in hospital you've just survived committing suicide. Count your lucky stars you're alive!" The nurse said, barely looking up from her records.

"What lucky stars? I wouldn't have tried to commit if I didn't want to die! Why am I here!!" Katelyn began to shout, pain shooting across her body, heart thumping in emotion and tears filling up her eyes.

"Now now, we don't want to have suicidal thoughts do we. It isn't going to get us anywhere now is it?" The nurse said, finally putting down her clipboard and walking towards the other side of the room to where Katelyn's bed controls were.

Katelyn felt anger shoot up her body, overpowering the pain. She tried to kill herself and the first thing she was met with was this arrogant, infuriating lady. It wasn't a mistake.

"You've been booked in for counselling by the way. As soon as you get up from the bed we'll be accompanying you to an on-hand therapist."

That was it. The last straw.

"Um... excuse me? Who do you think you are? I've just woken up to a stranger talking at me like I'm the anti-christ and arranging my time. It's my life, I'll decide what's best for it!" Katelyn said letting the adrenaline the anger has supplied, enabling her to sit up.

"The life you decided to take, may I add. I think you've lost control in what you think you deserve for in the time being." The nurse said with a smirk before leaving the room.

Katelyn heard the nurse's heels walking away, slowly fading until she was left alone with her thoughts.

Did she just say that?

I guess I need help, but I don't want to talk about it to anyone.

People will think I'm more of a freak than what I already am!

WHY COULDN'T I OF JUST DIED!!!!!

Katelyn had glazed her eyes over with hot, angry tears. She didn't belong here, not just in the hospital, but... HERE.

She heard another pair of heels getting louder coming towards her, a much lower tone than the nurse's heels, but who could it be?

"Ah, Katelyn! I'm glad that you're awake! You left us with quite a fright!" A mysterious woman said, with beautiful red hair cascading over her left shoulder, and with a soft face, that could melt anyone's heart!

"W-w-who are you?"

"Oh silly, I'm your on-call therapist, but in the meantime, call me Melody" she said sweetly, with a welcoming smile.

"I don't need you. I mean, if someone wants to listen to my problems I want them to feel genuine concern, not just listen to my problems for money. I don't want people to just say it'll be okay because it's not! It's just not! I don't want to tell people about my life, unless they pay a genuine interest!" Katelyn said, voice cracking when dark thoughts flooded into her head.

"Well, if you think it's just for the money you couldn't be more mistaken! I'll tell you more about it tomorrow, I've got a training lesson now... you're going to be my first real client! I just want to get things straight though, I want to see you as a friend. I'll respect your boundaries if you want" Melody said, winking at me before leaving the room and walking down the hall.

Something... weird happened to Katelyn. She was engulfed in a warm feeling. Was something wrong? What was happening? But the it dawned on her.

It was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.

A feeling that could brighten up even the darkest day.

She felt hope.