Stronger

Chapter 12

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The darkness was comforting.

More soothing than anything, really.

Everything was silent and my previous afflictions I had struggled with in my oh so shitty life, were obsolete; nonexistent all together.

Almost instantly upon recognizing my current state of purgatory, there was a sudden violent nature shrouding the darkness I had once considered soothing.

Like the thunder before the rain, there was a warning.  A warning that shook me to my core.

I wasn't dead.

Memory upon memory of my predetermined fate, or, moreover, my rushed and artificial acceptance of the life I knew I shouldn't have, came crashing back into perspective.

Then there was a sound.

A frequent and not so gracious sound.

A beeping.

There's a beeping noise beside me.

It's steady. It's slow. It's really fucking annoying.

My eyes opened slowly, bright lights hurting them as I attempted to sit up from my laying position.

I was in the hospital. Why?

My question seemed to be answered as a woman walked in.

A very pregnant woman.

"I was actually worried you would never get up," she explained, breathing out a sigh of relief at my consciousness. I raised an eyebrow at her, trying to remember what happened.

"I'm Charlie." She held out her hand, but I didn't shake it. It retracted, her face showing hurt at my rejection. "Do you remember what happened?"

I shook my head, even though my recollection of the aforementioned events swirled around my head in confusion.

"You swallowed a bunch of pills. I... I came in to see if you were okay. The front door was open, and I saw you in your room laying on the bed. You were mumbling some gibberish and I called for help," Charlie explained, sitting down beside my bed in what seemed to be an uncomfortable chair for her.

"You should have left me there," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

"No. I don't know what kind of shit you've been going through, but that certainly was not the way to fix things," she told me sternly.

"And I suppose you know what I've been through? Look, I possibly ruined the lives of some of my closest friends, if I can even call them that. Does it get much worse?" I snapped, and she seemed scared from my sudden volume, not expecting such rage from a recovering suicide attempt.