I groaned as I awoke in a pale white room, "where am I?" I asked staring at Ashton.
"Oh my god, Luke! Never do that again. Do you know how worried we were when you blacked out? Or when the doctor pumped your stomach to get the pills out of you?" Ashton rubbed his red rimmed eyes.
"Huh?" Was all I could choke out.
"Luke," Niall spoke from beside the bed. "You attempted suicide." My jaw dropped.
"I don't remember, I'm sorry." I sighed.
"S'okay... You're on a lot of medication." He sighed.
"I wanna go home." I mumbled.
"I know mate, I know." Calum rubbed my shoulder.
I cried, "why did I try to kill myself?"
Ashton sighed, "you were going through a lot & you kept it all inside."
"What do you mean?" I asked, obviously confused.
"You started to self harm & you became very depressed..." He grabbed my arm revealing my slashed up wrist.
"W-Woah..." I stuttered.
"Yeah, it was pretty horrid. We thought we lost you, mate." Harry came over and hugged me.
"I need help." I sighed.
"We know, & we're going to help you." Michael concluded.
"Okay..."
