Chapter 9

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So this is really just a filler chapter(: Sorry it's kinda short, but yeah(:

Demi sat opposite Doctor Noland, the psychiatrist. She was currently in an evaluation to whether she was a danger to herself or not.

After Demi was rushed to hospital, she had been in ICU for 2 weeks, when she was stable enough, she was moved to another ward to recover. She was on constant observation for another week before, they dropped it down to every 5 hours. Callum never left her side the whole time and her father stayed by the end of her bed constantly, only leaving to check up on the twins (who were with Mr. Young) and get food. The moment she woke up her father and Callum were at her side, Callum had cried and told her never to do that to him again and that when sher was better they needed to talk about their feelings, and her father had scolded her in his worried way and held her, not letting go. Demi knew what she'd tried to do was selfish. Although she felt she didn't deserve to be alive, her father had only just lost his wife, loosing his daughter as well would have been devistating.

But even that thought, didn't shake the uncomfortable feeling she had in stomach, that her mothers death was her fault. 

So here she was sitting with Doctor Noland. A drip firmly secure in her arm still since she was dehydrated. Doctor Noland cleared her throat, bringing Demi's attention back to her. "So, Demi, what i really need to ask you, if why you wanted to take yourself in the first place?..." she said in clinical way.

Demi sighed softly and looked up to Doctor Noland "I took my...I did it because...My mothers death was my fault, and i don't deserve to be living whilst she's up there, her life cut in half. Because of my selfish intentions, she died....and it's been driving me insane. I'm haunted in my dreams by my own voice telling me how horrible i am, and how much it's my fault...Everyone at my school thinks i'm a heartless bitch because i never cried or spoke. I know. Thought, my dad hated me for what happened...I.." she paused to regain her composure as tears were forming in her eyes. She rubbed  her eyes fiercly before carrying on "I realise now, that it was a stupid idea and i'm even more selfish for trying to kill myself after my dad's only just lost my mother, and that the only person that would feel better about it would be me...." she said quietly, still looking at Doctor Noland. 

"Demi, it's good that you've considered others feelings, but right now, you need to work on yourself, you need to make yourself feel better because you can start on others....I'm going to recommend you come back to see me weekly, as an outpatient and once a month i want you to go to a group session run by my friend.." she said and wrote down the name and address of the place. She handed it to Demi with a soft smile. "I'm going to speak to your father, and then my collegues...and Demi, what i want you to do is write a diary...Everyday, i want you to write about the voices that come to you, straight away, and how they make you feel, along with anything else that upsets you..." Doctor Noland said standing from her seat and going over to her table. She opened a draw and took out a book. She walked over and handed it to Demi. "Here, use this...and remember, write everything..." she said.

Demi nodded and stood up taking herself and her drip out of the room. She would be going home soon. 

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