The Girl Who Once Was

Part 4

(i want to start off by saying im super duper sorry for stopping so soon i went through alot of personal things and i was just completley unable to type it up.i promise to not allow that to happen again, i have some great ideas for this story so yeah. thank you.)

It was like i was in seventh grade again.

I had just taken that entire bottle of pills, then started on my note, my suicide note. I set it nicely on the edge of my bed, and pulled out my 6 inch razor blade. I put it to my wrist as my bedroom door opened, Lily. I yelled I'm sorry and slashed open my vein. I heard her scream, but it was too late, i fainted. Then i remember waking up in the hospital, the first and only person i see is Kyle.  Nt even my family was in that room with me. A fourteen year old girl was alone in a hospital room with her sixteen year old best friend. He noticed i was awake and smiled, "Hey there Aleibear, how do you feel?"  It took until he asked that for me to feel my wrist. It felt as if it'd been sliced off in a blender. I screamed, and he called for a nurse. "Yes sir?" A lady had said. "Alexandria Harpp has woken and her wrist hurts very badly." "I see, i will get the doctor." 

A few minutes later, the doctor came in with a nurse who had a tray of different bags of liquid, "Hey there sweet girl, I am doctor Clause, can you tell me your name? 

"Alexandria Harpp." I said through gritted teeth.

"Birthday?"

"November 17th." I was barley able to spit out.

"Tammy is your nurse today and she will be helping you with whatever she can, alright?"

i nodded my head and Tammy started hooking fluids into my IV machine. 

Dr.Clouse had left the room, and Tammy turned to Kyle.

"And, you are her brother?"

"Oh, no. I'm just her friend."

"i see." she had said, leaving the room. i had been in far too much  pain, but as it begun to fade i had realized my parents, nor sibblings were with me. 

"um, Kyle?"

"yes?"

"where is everyone?" i could see his face overcome by sadness for only a split second before saying

"Oh, your mother is in a meeting, your father is on a date, and your brother and sister are at friends houses."

"Have they called? or been to see me?"

he looked to the ground and shook his head slightly before looking back up to tell me he was sorry.

"typical. well, what have they been saying?"

"Lily said, you had slit your wrist open as she opened the door."

i took that moment to examine my wrist, it was wrapped up, but you could see part of a stitch from the side. "Well, yeah." i mumbled.

we sat in utter silence for a breif moment before Lisa, Kyles adoptive mom, had walked in. she looked over at me and i could see her fighting back the tears. She was always more of a mother than my own.  She came up and hugged me, being cautious of my wrist, i think she was so foucused on hiding back tears that she couldnt talk properly. She had stopped by on her way to work to bring Kyle some fresh clothes, his soft blanket, and his pillow. she hugged him, then me once again and said in a small voice " i love you both" before leaving.

This was the first time me and Kyle were alone for more than a minute since i had woken up. He asked me what i wanted to watch as he pulled a recliner chair close to my bed. I replied saying nothing, that i was tired because i wsas.

i had snapped back to reality. then i looked over to my glovebox. i kept a razor blade hidden in there, always. i don't know why. i had been clean of cutting for 3 years now. But something came over me, and i'm not sure if it was the flashbacks, or that Tina did this or that Don did, or maybe all of those together. But i put it to my wrist and applied pressure dragging it across. one cut, two, three, four, five. i stared at the blood for a moment before reaching to the back seat and grabbing a shirt i had in the back seat, then wiped the blade and put it up the wrapped my arm in it, strated the car and drove back home.