M&Ms

B

The next morning, I woke up to see my roommate was dead. KiKi had found something to stuff in her mouth until she suffocated and died.

I began to cry and scream for help as I collapsed by her bedside. Nurses came rushing in and pushing me out. Everything became a blur. Nothing made me numb anymore as I fell beside my door and just snapped. I was punching and kicking at the wall. KiKi was supposed to be getting out tomorrow. She took the easy way out, and left me hurt. I began to scream. Ashley came to comfort me, but I pushed her down to the ground. "Nothing will help me, Ashley! My fucking best friend is dead! What the hell do you think you are doing?!" I screamed. Ashley seemed so shocked. The stretcher came down the hall, to collect my dead best friend. Behind the stretcher, were the doctors to give me the shot. I've received it several times. I tried running, but Ashley grabbed me. I just kept screaming.

I felt the shot in my butt and everything slowly went black.

When I woke up, I was in that classy "cushioned room", but I just kept banging my bed and screaming. I saw blood form on the walls. I kept banging my head harder, until everything became dizzy. "Let me the hell out!" I kept repeating at the top of my lungs.

I went back to sleep.

I woke up in an actual hospital, handcuffed to the bed. Ashley was beside me. My head felt like a balloon about to burst. I groaned just barely long enough for Ashley to notice. She handed me an orange M&M. I slowly grabbed it and ate it. My mind slowly went back to sleep.

When I woke up, my mom was there. She was going through our insurance information and everything with the nurse. My mom noticed I was awake, and rolled her eyes. "Nicole, I swear to hell, if you end up in here again, you are paying your own fucking medical bills. I do not have a fucking money tree shoved up my ass!" She rolled her eyes, tapped her foot rapidly with her hand on her hip. Her eyebrows were frowning. Her look was stern. I felt my heart break, what else would I expect from my mother.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. My mom rolled her eyes and huffed. "You are seventeen, start acting like it. You shouldn't even be in this fucking situation. That insistent happened years ago. Get over yourself."

I wanted her to leave. Ashley could sense it. "Can you leave? You are not making the situation any better." Ashley said as calmly as she could.

"Fine, she's up for fucking adoption. She's not my fucking problem." My mom walked out as she began to dial a number.

I put my head in my hands, and cried until I couldn't anymore.