Eternally Yours

Chapter Twelve

Chris' pov

It's been a few days since I first got to the mental hospital. Currently, I was laying on my bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling in my room. The voices haven't stopped at all.

I grabbed my phone and turned the screen on, seeing that it was almost noon. I sighed quietly to myself. I had therapy at four. That should be fun.

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Well, the therapist gave me some pills. He said they would help the voices go away. I really hope they work.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, holding the bottle of pills. Staring at the bottle, all I could think about was what would happen if I took all of them. Would it kill me? I mean, it's possible. I sighed quietly, pushing the thoughts out of my mind.

Looking at the time on my phone, I saw that it was a little past eight. Wow, therapy lasted a long time. I laid down, deciding I should get some sleep. The pills made me tired.

I pulled my blankets over me, closing my eyes. I didn't know how long I was laying there for until I eventually fell asleep.

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Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up, sweating and breathing heavily. I don't remember much of my nightmare, but I do remember that I did some weird Frankenstein stuff to bring Ricky back to life. I ran my fingers through my hair, sitting up.

I wish I could actually do that. I would give my own life just to bring Ricky back. I just.. I can't live without him. I don't want to live without him. All I wanted was to be able to hug him and kiss him and hold him. I wanted him to be mine.

But I can't have that. I can't bring him back. He's gone, and I can't do anything about it.