My possesive ex-boyfriend.

chapter thirty - it should've been me.

kirstys pov,

everything was dark.

i couldn't feel anything.

i couldn't sense anything.

i didn't even know who i was.

Then i heard, a monitor beeping, it was driving me insane.

i was back.

i could feel the stinging pain in my stomach.

i tried to kill myself.

i wanted to die.

i still do.

i have nothing to live for.

it should've been me who got shot, not dean!

im just a waste of time and space, what am i going to do with my future?

Where as dean, had his life planned out, he was going to be a brain surgon, or do bio chemistry and look into making medicine, clever boy.

"she may wake up soon, it just depends on when her body feels like regaining concisnous." the nurse told someone.

"ok." a voice replied.

i knew that voice...

damn i'm messed up.

i slowly opened my eyes.

there was a tatty celling above me, and horrible yellow wallpaper.

hospital.

im in hospital.

"she's awake!" the nurse annouced.

"whats happening?" i slowly asked, i felt weak.

"Ms. Robinson, you've been in a coma for two months."

two months?!

thats crazy! it only felt like yesterday.

"w...wheres dean?"

"the boy who you were found with? he's was pronouced dead at the scene, and im afraid that you missed his funeral."

so i don't even get to pay my respects?

"you have a couple of visitors, Ms. Robinson."

i nodded.

Miss. jones came in to my hospital room, damn, she actually came to visit me, i thought pupils and teachers weren't allowed to have 'friendships' or other 'relationships'.

"Kirsty.. thank goodness your ok..aay." she stuttered,

i nodded.

"what happened?! why did you want to hurt yourself again?"

"miss, i don't exactly want to talk about it at the moment." i sighed.

even thinking about what happening that night, makes me depressed, i think its scared me for life.

"okay kirsty, well i'll leave you to it, but i'll be here if you need to chat." she told me, and the left the room.

I. want. to. be. alone.

why cant people appreciate that?

i want to chill and relax.

i really hope my parents aren't up here, i don't think they will be, i mean they don't care enough...

then a man came in...

i don't think i know this person...

im not sure, my memory's kinda fucked at the moment.