The Suicide Pact

Part 31: (Liam's POV)

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. Bleak evening light seeped through the window, making the room look even more dull. I looked over and noticed that my left arm had a cast on it. I had a headache and my eyes hurt. I glanced around the room and realized that I was in the hospital. I found it very hard to remember why I was in this hospital. How did I break my wrist? Why did my head hurt so bad? Right at that moment, a doctor came bustling in.

"Hey Liam, I see that you're awake." He had a clipboard in his hand and he sat in a chair close to the bed.

 "Why am I here?" I couldn't help but ask. The doctor cleared his throat and began to speak. 

"Your record states that you tried to commit suicide by jumping off of the school roof." As he said that, I was able to start remembering those events. 

"You took a great fall, along with 5 other children. You broke your wrist and earned yourself a concussion." No wonder it was so hard to remember!

He sighed and scrawled something on the clipboard before continuing. 

"We also found out that you have a vast history with drugs." At that moment, my blood turned cold and my mouth suddenly felt dry. 

"I need you to answer a few questions for me okay?" I weakly nodded, and he went on. He asked me about my daily drug use, what kind of drugs were used, how many people knew about my habit...all that good stuff.

I did answer honestly, because why lie at this point? At each of my answers, he wrote something down on the clipboard. He nodded his head as if he understood, but I knew he didn't. 

"Because of your results, we have to send you to a rehab program." The doctor had a hard look on his face that I couldn't interpret. 

"A rehab center? Am I even old enough for that?" I asked in complete confusion. He sighed again and pushed his red framed glasses back up onto his nose.

"There are programs that are especially just for juveniles." I had never thought about rehab before. I had seen TV shows and movies describing the experiences. It made me feel scared. Did I really need rehab? I could almost feel anger inside of me at that point. 

"I don't need rehab." I said to the doctor in a distant voice. 

"At this point, rehab is a requirement." The anger grew stronger. 

"You can't make me!" I yelled. Right at that moment, I sprung out of the bed without looking back.

I could hear the doctor's footsteps behind me, but I was faster. I had to get out of here. I ran down the hallway, full speed. As I ran, I passed by a room with it's door open. Inside, I spotted Emily and Tabitha. As bad as I wanted to visit my friends, there was no time for that. As I passed, the receptionist tried calling out to me, but I didn't hear a word she said. I burst through the automatic doors and into the night.

The sky looked black, but was dotted with no stars. I didn't care about anything. I just kept running as fast as my legs would take me. I wasn't even remembering the streets and locations that I ran through. While running, I failed to realize the white headlights coming my way. Before I could do anything, a horn blared and I suddenly felt myself being bombarded into the air. I heard a earsplitting screech as my body made an impact on the cement. The wind had been knocked out of me, and I couldn't breathe.

The car kept moving, leaving me in a pool of my own blood in the street.....