My Own Purgatory(NatePat)

Chapter 3: Waking Up

I'm hearing voices in my head
And everything they said
It's never making any sense
I've got a burning in my heart
It's tearing me apart
Somebody call the doctor
-Branded

Nate's POV

Falling...Falling. I'm crying. I know now, I've made a mistake, but its too late. Far too late. Five stories too late.

I watch as the concrete grows steadily closer. 5 seconds.

"Its okay," I hear someone say. Someone very distance.

4. " It'll be okay," they say.
3. "You can't die"
2. "You have people who care for you."
1. "Wake up, Nathan."

The pain was excruciating.

My eyes flutter open only to close again to the bright light, as my heart is beating out of my chest. My whole being hurts and there are tears on my cheeks. What happened? Where am I?

And that's when I remember. I was beaten to a bruised and bloody pulp, by that bully. I went to the bathroom.

I attempted suicide.

What else? I was found. A boy found me there, in that state. Where is he?

"Hello Nathan. You're awake? I'll buzz for the doctor," I hear a familiar voice say. Opening my eyes again, I see a boy sitting by my bed. The same boy from the bathroom. I feel guilty and ashamed. I let him see me in such a terrible way, a stranger.

Should I apologize? If it wasn't for him, I'd be dead. And how long have I been out? How long has he been here? Is my mom worried?

Those thoughts and so many more run through my head, so I don't even notice the boy is staring at me.
Then he says, " My name is Matthew, but you can call me Matt, and I already know your name is Nathan."

I look over to the boy, seeing him for the first time, really seeing him. A boy, slightly taller than me, probably around my age, with hazel hair and shining chocolate eyes. I decide then that I want to find out what kind of person he is. To help the new freak... that takes a lot of guts.

"Call me Nate," I say curtly, and look towards the door. We sit there for several minutes before the door opens. A man walks in, my doctor, I assume, holding a clipboard. He smiles at us and asks me how much i hurt.

"A lot and all over," I say simply.
"That's normal in this situation. Would you like some painkillers?" the doctor asks kindly.
"No."
"Okay. I'll leave you and your friend alone, then." And he left.

What did he mean? What about this 'situation' is normal?! And what friends? The only friends I have are Hunter and Andy. He must mean this boy, but all I know about him is his name.

"How long have I been here?" I ask
"Huh?" Matthew asks.
"How long have I been here?" I repeat. " How long has it been since you found me?"
"Oh," he says, looking at his feet,"uhmm...."
"What!?" I yell, "How. Long.?"
"Two weeks.."

I slump back onto the bed's backboard. This cant be happening.
We sit in silence for quite a while, before I ask, " How is my mom doing? And how come you're still in here with me. Don't you have a life you need to get to, without wasting it with some boy in a self-induced coma?"

Continuing to look at his feet, he says "You're mom is very worried, but has work. I promised to stay by your side as long as she cant. Since she told them its alright, I haven't left since you were admitted here.

What? Why would this boy, Matthew, do something like that?

"What about your school, your family, your life?" I ask.
"What about them?" he questions in return, "My foster parents told me I could stay as long as I needed to, and my friends have been bringing me my school work. I don't need to leave."

How could a stranger do that for me? Does he not realize what a freak I am. My friends wouldn't have even visited me more than once a weekend. And what's this about  foster parents? Wow. How can someone be so caring? Especially to a freak?

My stomach suddenly growls, quite loudly, like a whale's mating call.
"Oh! You must be hungry! I'll be right back," and with that, Matthew rushed out of the room.