A Broken Hearted Girl {Wattys2014}

Chapter 5- Revealing and Explaining

This chapter is back in kierras POV

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Kierra's POV

Beep....beep....beep....beep....beep....

I was awaken by a very annoying beeping sound, that sounded very close to my ear. My eyes still closed, I also could here a soft dripping noise coming from above me. Sniffing the air, it smelled of bleach and antiseptic. Scrunching my nose, I let out a groan and tried to move my hand towards my face. Lifting my hand, I could feel something tugging at it to stay in place, so I slowly opened my eyes and let my surroundings come to a focus.

When my vision came to, I instantly new where I was. In a hospital room, on a hospital bed, with an IV stuck to my arm.

Immediately I was disappointed, my plan obviously didn't work and I was more unhappy then ever. Giving a deep sigh, I closed my eyes again and went over all the events that I could remember leading up until now. But the main thing that stuck out to me was who had ruined my plan and most likely brought me here.

Ethan Reed.

Thinking back on right before I had past out in my bedroom, I remember being surprised to even see him standing there, but I was so overwhelmed with frustration and anger that he had ruined what I was trying to do, that I just lost it. All I wanted was for him to go away and leave me to my plan.

Opening my eyes again, my mind started to swim with questions that I hadn't thought to ask in my moment of desperation to end my life. Like why was Ethan at my house in the first place, how did he know where I lived and most importantly, what were his reasons for coming to my unwanted rescue. Why would he care what happens to me?

Before I could dwell on my unanswered questions any longer, the door to the room I was in opened and in walked my mother, father and a doctor.

As soon as I saw my parents I immediately turned my body away from them and started to silently cry. I was so ashamed for what I had tried to do. Yes, I wanted my plan to work, but I didn't expect to have to look into my parents eyes either. I didn't want to see all the hurt and disappointment, that I knew they would have written across their faces because of me. I knew what pain I had caused them.

I heard the door to the room softly close and then light footsteps come to stand at the foot of my bed. I heard a few chairs squeak forward and some rattling of some kind, probably picking up the clipboard that was place at the front of the bed also.

I could feel myself start to breath heavier, I knew my parents and the doctor were waiting for me to turn and acknowledge them, but I just couldn't, I didn't want to, I couldn't bare to see their faces.

My cries started to become louder and my body started to shake. At this moment I really did wish my plan had worked, because now I had to endure not only my haunting memories and present tormentors, but my parents heart break as well.

All of a sudden I felt two pairs of arms come and make their way around me. Looking up towards the owners of those arms, I saw both my parents staring down at me with watery eyes and concerned expressions. My sobs stopped right then, that wasn't what I was expecting. I was surprised that I wasn't facing a pair of angry and furious faces.

Wiping my tears, I turned more towards the both of them and just stared. Not knowing what to really say, I just settled for one word, "Sorry.." I said, my voice coming out hoarse, "I'm so sorry, please don't be mad at me," I told them while wrapping my arms around them and giving them a huge hug.