I once again awoken to the sound of my others voice, trying to figure out what was going on with me. Weren't the cuts and wounds enough to prove my depressive state I was and still am in? Wasn't the pain killers, the drive to the hospital, the seizing on my own bedroom floor enough to show my pain? Obviously it wasn't...
I then looked around to see wires attached from the bed to a pole sitting next to me. I slowly adjusted my eyes to the light and saw my blood pumping through tubes which were from my arm, to a blood bag. I tried getting up, I wanted to go home. I wanted to get out of here, now and fast.
"I am so sorry Alish, but you can't leave just yet" a nurse with short brunette hair, hazel eyes and a white shirt covered in a yellow substance that was the same shade as urine. I then looked at her in fear as I had been scared of both nurse and doctors since the age of five.
"It's Alisha, you know, with the 'A' at the end? 'A, a, ant?'"
I only just realized how rude I was being. I went to apologize but stopped myself as the nurse just replied with "it must be the pain killers".
Are they that stupid?
They know nothing about sarcasm!!!
3 and a half hours later I was ready to fill out the paper works and go straight home. The only thing I could think of though right now is the fact that I didn't finish my live stream without a fight. Not a little bicker, but a FULL ON fight.
I try and close my eyes as I am tired from all the anxiety and the mental breakdowns I had just witnessed myself being in.
'I am such a broken hearted, no good, stress head who does nothing but try to sort the past out without leaving it behind and trying to constantly hit replay on the bad memories and won't focus on the future ahead of me'
More moments and minutes, that turned to hours have passed. I don't remember myself drifting off in my bed, but I guess I had. The pain killers are still in my system. I still taste the powdery substance in my mouth and my head is still throbbing.
I actually regret taking them but at the same time I just, wish they had worked. How happy, emotional, sad I would get.
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Bad Boys
Teen FictionA 16 year old girl has had a tough past. She lives in a world where No one tells the truth, and just lie for the sake of it. All the guys that she has liked, and her ex boyfriend ended up being total douche bags. Maybe this one guy will change her m...
