I'm in and out of consciousness I can't keep track of time. I just went off of some math I did. Though I fail to see how it makes a difference. I'm in the ICU. They've got be on breathing tubes and I have to have my stomach pumped for blood. Though the doctor says it'll stop eventually. I hope so. I cringe when I see the instruments. They put me under when they do it.
I can see Sierra from a small window in my room. She's crying. I wonder why. It can't be for me, there's a note on my dresser but I can't quite reach it. It must not be important. It's probably the bill for everything. I wonder why it's here. Probably to remind me of what I've done. I'm looking at the door window again and Sierra is staring at me. Why? She must feel bad, how convienant right. I get hurt and then people care. How typical, I scoffed her. She doesn't care about me.
She left and now I can write in piece. The only sound I can hear is my heart monitor. The monotonous beep is my only companion. Always there reminding me I'm alive and that my life matters to it. If I were to die it would warn someone but who would come to my rescue? My "friends" the doctors. They're about as reliable as my family. Then again I wouldn't know. They could surprise me. I could be wrong. But who knows? Who cares? No one that's who? I'm alone in this world. With a pad and pen I can relay messages to the world around me and they'll only see it after I'm gone and even then it still wound peak anyone's interest. Maybe some random person who can relate but who knows when that'll happen. I will write more later. I need to get pumped. It's hard to breathe
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Day to Day
Teen FictionJacob Yolkel is a normal kid with family issues. But as time progresses things progressively get worse. Will he be able to get through It all or will he snap under the pressure.
