i was broken | c.s.

15. thank fucking god

kj apa

6:00pm, may 23rd

my eyes flicker open for half a second until i realize it's blindingly bright in the room i'm in.

talking about that..

where am i?

i move my hands and feel a soft bedding under me.

but at the same time kind of hard.

last thing i remember i was..

oh right.

am i dead?

i don't feel dead..

i hear whisperings.

"is he awake?"

"i think so."

"he hadn't moved at all till now. maybe he is."

"oh thank god.."

they all sound familiar.

3 females.

1 male.

i slowly open my eyes and turn my head over to the voices.

camila, lili, madelaine, and ross.

"what time is it?" i ask.

"6:16." mads replies, "welcome back."

"please don't do that again, bro. i don't know what's going on but we don't wanna lose you too.." ross says.

"sorry." i am sorry, "can i go home?"

"i don't know." camila replies, "i'll ask the doctor."

she gets up and leaves the room, then comes back with who i'm guessing is my doctor.

"hey there, kj. i'm your docter." a woman with platinum blonde hair tucked up into a bun greets, i look at her name tag.

docter smith.

hm.

"hi."

lili looks up at her, "he was wondering when he could go home."

"umm.." she checks her clipboard thing, "you're actually pretty good to go today. just, be careful."

"okay. thank you." i reply.

"no problem," she smiles and walks out.

— ≛ —

"should we read his journals?" i ask, trying to keep my suicide attempt out of the conversation.

"are you sure?" cami asks.

"yeah. why?"

"i mean.. if you wanna take a break, we can." lili explains.

subtle.

"no. i want this to be over quick and for us to find out."

"okay."

— ≛ —

authors note

i'm literally starting to despise this with a passion. why? idk. but i'll finish publishing it because i did actually try when i was writing it, and i'm already this far, so.. yeah. sorry it's been a little bit since i updated, i've been having a rough time the past few days.