Never Take That Second Chance (Uberhaxornova/Creatures Fan Fiction)

Nothing More to the Earth

I laid there on the ground, breathing heavily. The sleeping pills were kicking in, making my eyes feel like weights upon my face. I looked down to see the blood pour from my body, hitting the floor with a horrific beauty.

Drip, drip. The blood was now flowing at a slower pace, making me breathe shorter breaths and my vision blur. My head was light and dizzy from the lack of oxygen it was receiving. I couldn't take in that last bit of air as my eyes fluttered closed, ending the last of my life.

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I woke up in a rush to see that I was in a hospital room. How did I get here? I thought I died! "Ah, Miss. Carson, you're alive." The doctor said, looking at my heart rate that quickly speed up.

"I thought I-I was-"

"Dead, so did we." The doctor finished my sentence for me.

I looked at the doctor in disbelief. "I killed myself though!" I exclaimed, tears spilling from my eyes.

"You, did. It did kill you. You were dead, but we can't tell you how you came back because we have no idea either." The doctor grabbed a clipboard and wrote something on it. "You can say that you were given a second chance, to start over your life."

"But I didn't want to start it over. I wanted it to end." I responded. I was going to die, and I prevailed at doing so. Why did I get this 'second chance at life' when I had none in the first place?

"Well, you seem to be in a stable condition to go back with your Aunt and to school, which won't take you long to catch up on." The doctor told me.

"How long was I, um, dead?" I didn't know what other way to say it. I died and was revived, but as me and not an angel like most people are in the books.

"Two weeks. We found your body a few days ago, but in a coma. It also said you were dead for that period of time as well." The doctor had as much bafflement on his face as I did.

"I will be leaving tomorrow then?" I asked, not getting the real time of my departure.

"Yes at twelve pm." He told me, leaving the room.

I wanted to cry, but nothing came from my eyes. I had to go back to my life, to my aunt, to school, to him. The man who drove me to where I was now, hell. How did I live from my suicidal actions, anyways?

A/N: Short chapter sorry!