'Beep. Beep. Beep.' The steady sounds of a heart rate monitor softly beeps in my ear. I can hear indistinct whispers around the room. My eyes flutter open and I look around, the originally white colored walls are filled with multi-colored flowers everywhere. There is an African-American nurse in the room, her head was poking out of the door, whispering. I don't know who she's talking to, nor the fact of her knowledge if she knows I am awake.
The nurse turns back and closes the door. "You're awake." she says just above a whisper. Her hair is short and a dark brown, often mistaken for the color 'black'. Her eyes, darker than the night sky itself. Her nose is perfectly crooked, as if it were broken a few times. Her lips plump and a light pink. Her skin is light, yet it looks darker than her natural color. She has freckles, and is also very pretty. You don't see women that look like her very often. Her white dress is ironed straight and her nurse shoes are completely white, not a speck of dirt to be seen. I try to smile but my mouth hurts.
"W-What...happened?" The words catch in my throat but are able to come out, not very clearly. "You overdosed. Zaleplon, or Sonata as most people call it. There is a lot in your system, and it seems it wasn't to be prescribed?" She looks through her clipboard as she speaks. I'm not paying attention, I'm still trying to recall the series of events from last night. I look around and my eyes stop at the whiteboard next to the door, the nurses name is printed nicely in light blue Expo marker. "Kiara, Kiara Simmons." I whisper to myself, repeating it in my mind is as steadily as the heart rate monitor.
"Sir?" She sits in the chair next to me as she sits her clevage is shown and I look the other way. "Sir, I asked you a question." She frowns and gently moves my head to face her eye to eye. A tear falls onto my pillow and my mouth becomes dry. I clear my throat lightly as I begin to get my voice back. "My name is Jace, Jace Matthews." She smiles as I introduce myself.
"Well, Jace. Do you remember last nights events?" Kiara sets her clipboard and pen aside and leans back in her chair, crossing her legs.
*FLASHBACK*
I put the key into my hotel room and stumble inside, drunk. I try to keep my balance as I grab a beer from the mini fridge and turn on my televison, my volume up high. I smirk as I drag myself to the bathroom and fill the bathtub with water. Someone is pounding on my door. "Turn that down! My wife and I are trying to have a nice evening!" The man yells through my door. "Screw your evening!" I laugh and vomit in my toilet.
I take a swig of my beer and open the complimentay medicine cabinent. I pull out some Sonata for my insomnia. Forgetting about the bathtub, that is now filled up to the point of water spilling out; I stumble out of the bathroom and land on the bed. "Fuck life." I mumble to myself as drop about 6 pills down my throat swallowing them with my beer. I laugh uncontrollably as I throw my beer glass the the wall. It shatters and the rest of the beer drips from the wall, soaking the carpet. I look towards the bathroom, the water has soaked up half the carpet and I put the television on full blast. I close my eyes, disappearing.
Not much later from my attempt, I could see men surrounding my bed. A woman stands there too, while two paramedics try to get my heart to jumpstart, I can't move. I can't talk. I can see the water has stopped running and the television is put on low. There are police officers standing by the door as more peramedics come in with a stretcher. I feel numb. In fact, I can't feel a thing at all.
Am I dead? I hope I'm dead, I pray that I'm dead. That way I won't have to deal with the mess up that is my life anymore.
I close my eyes again, hoping I won't have to open them again.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"I tried to kill myself." I answer simply. Kiara sits there silently, I know she heard me. But, it's as if she didn't want to know. I can tell she cares, the only problem is she hasn't said anything about it. Who knows, maybe she never will.
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Insanely In Love
Romance"Well, Jace. Do you remember last nights events?" Kiara sets her clipboard and pen aside and leans back in her chair, crossing her legs. "I tried to kill myself." I answer simply. Kiara sits there silently, I know she heard me. But, it's as if she d...
