Me: I hate these doctors. Just fucking kill me!
Waiting in the hospital room again, waiting for another blood test to see if my medications are messing up my blood cell count. As the very familiar cart wheels in I lay back arm out ready for the needle. Once they take a couple samples I am able to finally go home. Walking out of the hell hole hospital i spot my moms car, I climb in and place my air bag in between my knees. On the way home she tries and make small talk but I'm not in the mood, I just reply with the occasional "yea" or "ok" until we got home. Once we pull into the driveway I take a big breath from my nose and open the car door. I walk into the door and make my way to my room, it was the old living room but since stairs exhaust me and there is no bathroom upstairs so we changed the living room to my bedroom for easy access. I flop down on my bed and pull out my phone, no texts as usual. I don't even know why i have it anymore it's not like I text anyone or anyone texts me. As I place my phone on my bedside table I hear a knock on the door and my dads head peaks in "group in an hour be ready."
//hey guys so i know my updates have been not on steady dates and they have been short so i will try and write more chapters or make them longer.//
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Suicide Chat
Teen Fiction4 teens, Phillip, Alex, Luke and Hannah all with different issues " none of us on that chat had a good life or a reason to live but we keep slowly dying together."
