Lost finding yourself

Chapter Three: Is it still funny?

I wake up to a bright a light. I look around to find Sam sitting in a chair next to me. She is passed out. I look to the other side of me. I find a bunch of flowers and stuffed animals and candy. I can't quite make out where I am or what I did. So far I think I'm in the hospital. My mum walks through the door. My mum is drenched in tears. It looks like she has been crying for hours non stop. Her make up is all down her face and her eyes are bloodshot red. I look over to her.

"Mum?" I say in a soft whisper. She looks over at me and starts crying again. She sits on the side of my bed next to me.

"My baby girl." She hugs me and cries on my shoulder. I hug her back still confused with what happen.

"Mum? What happen to me?"

"Koi-" She starts off saying. Taking deep breaths every few seconds. "You tried killing yourself."

I was in shock. So much of it. I didn't know what to say. My mum just told me I tried killing myself. I wonder who knows? How much of it got spread.

"How long have I been here?"

My mum looks at me. "3 weeks."

My mum hands me my phone. "I think you might wanna tell everybody your ok."

I stare at my phone. I see my lock screen. Its a picture of Sam and I that I really like. Back in freshman year. I unlock my phone. I checked all my social networking sites first. I go on my Facebook. 13 messages. All saying the same thing. "Are you ok?" "What happen?" Shit like that. Nothing from D.J. I reply back to all of them and check my Twitter.

As I long on I see that a trend has been started about me. The trend is #PrayForKoi. I see all the tweets about me and everything. I log off that and check my Instagram. Same trend going around. A bunch of pictures about me. I notice something though. D.J's Instagram. It has a picture of me in the hospital. Before I assume anything I check Sam's profile to see if that picture is on there. I scroll through and see her selfies in that chair and some pictures of me. But not that picture. I go back on D.J's instagram and read what he said. I ignore the hastatgs. But the caption says:

"From the day I meant you in the bus I fell for you. I fell harder then I ever could. Telling you this is person is pretty nerve-wrecking if you ask me. The way your eyes sparkle in the sun. And the way your smile is perfect. I fell for you. I can't believe your in the hospital. I need to know why you would harm your beautiful skin. I just have one question for you. I asked you a couple weeks ago. That Friday you tried to end it? Ya. My question to you is, who would love a boy with scars?"

I broke into tears after reading that. He fell in love with me? Why? Look who I am. I decide before I check anything else I would reply back to him on Instagram. I put, "Sincerely, the girl with scars." and logged off.

I check my snapchat and see 48 un-open snapchats. There is one from D.J. I open it first. Its a picture of him making a funny face with a caption, "Hey beautiful." He tends to call me that a lot. I log off. I stare at the ceiling. Wondering when I can go home. My phone goes off. I thought it was a snapchat but it was a text saying that I need to delete messages to receive new ones. I scroll through my messages. All the same thing. I delete them. I get a snapchat from D.J. He is doing a funny smile saying, "Feel any better?" I snap him back the hospital room I'm in. "I think so."

A couple hours later.

I have been talking to Sam to pass time by and also snapchatting D.J. Sam's phone rings. She looks at it then at me. She points to the door and walks out. I lay there. I decide to call D.J. I grab my phone and dial his number. Its rings about 4 times then he picks up.

"Hey beautiful."

"Hey."

"How are you? Everything alright?"

"I think so. And I'm good at the moment. I just wanna go home."

"You think so? And I understand the feeling. I want you home to. How long are they keeping ya?"

"Not so sure."

"Oh shitty. Sam there?"

"Ya shes on the phone. Did I miss anything at school?"

"Nope. Just a bunch of work."

"That's gonna be fun to catch up on."

"It's easy. I'll help ya."

The nurse walks in and smiles at me. "May I interrupt?" I smile and nod. "D.J I have to go I'll talk to you later." I hang up the phone and lay there. "So you seem to be fine. The doctors said you can go home tonight." I feel relived. Like 1,000 pounds just got lifted off my shoulders. Everything is going to be ok now. Right?