Renegade Revival

Chapter 1: Starting Over

"Just sign here and you're good to go," the nurse chirped. I did as she said, signing my name on the solid line in blue ink. I finished and gave her a smile as I gave the nurse her pen back. "Alright, Ms. Williams, you're released."

"Thank you," I said. She nodded with a smile and left the room, leaving me sitting alone on the bed I had spent my four-month coma in.

I looked down at my wrists, finding that my scars were healing. Keeping clean will be hard, but I know it'll be worth it in the long run. I shook out my leather jacket, finding a pack of cigarettes after it had fell from my pocket. I picked it up and slid it into my jeans' pocket. It would take a bit to recover from a coma due to an attempted suicide. I decided to start my recovery by going home and finding clothes to wear after the best warm shower of my life. It would be a great start after sleeping through four months.

I got up and hitched a taxi to my house, considering the fact that I didn't have a car with me. In honesty, I don't even remember how I got to the hospital... but I do remember the last face I saw before my 'death'. Taylor. I had to see him; to tell him I was alive and that I'm sorry for putting him through so much stress after my suicide attempt.

Once I got inside my house, I found a few boxes in the kitchen and living room. I don't remember packing anything. I don't remember the thought of moving, either. So, why the hell do I have boxes?

I shrugged and went into my room, finding my closet empty and a full box next to my bed. It had to be my clothes. I opened it and started to rummage through it, pulling out clean clothes to change into after my shower. I went into the bathroom and started the water, setting it to my desired temperature.

As I looked back, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I went to the mirror and studied myself. My hair had grew just barely past my shoulders. I wasn't surprised. It's been four months. I needed to change it. Maybe just wash it would be fine. The red was already fading and by the time I washed it, it would be a faint orange that gave it an almost burnt blonde look.

New Hayley. I had to change in order to recover. I had to change to start over.