Freefalling

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The following week was one of the worst she had ever experienced. She had no one at school to talk to. The abuse got worse and so did the rumors. She began to cut again.

One night she decided she wanted to be gone. She grabbed the container of sleeping pills her mother keeps in the cabinet by the fridge. She popped a couple in her mouth.

A little bit later she swallowed three more. Then, two more. And another one.

Little did she know that her mother was also awake. And witnessed the last three pills go in. "Well, it seems like you and I both have trouble sleeping."

"Yeah, I just pulled this down to see how many I need. Oh, look! Two!" She put two more in her mouth and swallowed them.

"You ain't fooling me, bitch. I saw the three before that. Come with me." Her mother grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the bathroom.

She was pushed in front of the toilet on her knees. Her mother put two fingers down her throat. She threw up and all ten pills were visible.

Her mother looked at her with disgrace, flushed the toilet and flung her into the hall. While she was on the floor, her mother kicked her face and retreated to the master bedroom.

She lied on the cold wood and cried. Her attempt at suicide was ruined by the bitch that made her try death in the first place. She really wanted to be dead now.

He was still in the hospital. His stomach still hurt from the stabbing and his arm still hurt from the tetanus shot. He wasn't able to eat normally, yet. He felt like a prisoner to himself.

He constantly thought and worried about her. She was the only thing he found interest in. The hospital was a bland environment. By day the television aired soap operas and by night the screen depicted the news. Nurses would poke in occasionally to check on him.

Mostly, he simply missed her presence. He missed the way she made him feel. He missed her silence and her face. Without her, the days seemed to drag on and never end.

In his time of isolation, he had an epiphany; he wanted her to himself. He was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. He knows she will say yes, but she needs to feel special. She needs to feel loved.

He still had three days left to remain in the hospital. He began to put deep thought into her and her interests and love in general.

She felt more dead than ever. It was hard for her to walk without being weighed down by her negative thoughts. She wasn't really alive anymore. She kind of just existed. She was that occupied seat in the back of the room. She was the sack of rocks on the bus that prevented people from sitting there. She was the air all around; she was there you just never really noticed.

She knew she was leaving the world of the living soon. She didn't know when or how, but she would be gone. With this notion in her brain, she decided to give up. The weight she called her backpack no longer came to school. She felt the world moving, but her body couldn't comprehend the motion.

When she got home she was attempting suicide again. She was all set up when the phone rang. 

"He's being released today."