||Olivia||
My eyes open to a room in which smells like medicine, and death. I move my eyes around to realize I'm in a hospital room. How did I get here? I look down to my arm, and see a white medical wrap around it, with red blotches every couple inches. Then, it all hits me.
I tried to commit suicide. I tried to kill myself.
Who saved me? The more important question is, why did they save me? Doesn't anyone know when someone tries to kill themselves they want to leave? Idiots.
"Ms. Olivia, I see your awake." A middle aged doctor says, coming to the side of my bed.
"Yeah, I can see that too." I mutter.
"Well, your free to go. Your mother signed all the papers for you to leave. She's in the hallway." He says. He smiles at me, and leaves the room. I take another glance around the room, and stand up. My bare feet connect to the cold floor and I jump right back on my bed. I put on some complimentary socks they must have left me, and then head into the hallway.
"Olivia." Mom says, embracing me in a hug.
"Hi mom." I say, as my head pounds. I feel as if I'm going to either throw up or pass out any second. Which ever one shall come first, I suppose.
"Are you ok? You look pale." She touches my forehead for a fever.
Am I ok? No. "Yes, I'm fine."
"Let's go, Liv." We walk out to the car in silence. Once we enter the car, I blast the music on the radio so I can avoid any conversation with her. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but I hate talking about my problems with her. Now she's going to be up my butt about this attempt until I go to school every morning. Soon enough, I'll be in college.
"Olivia," my mother begins, shutting the music off.
"Yes mom." I roll my eyes.
"Why?" She asks, turning her head to me, then back to the road.
"Why? Really? Why? You really wanna know 'why' mom? It's because I hate myself." I shout, as my mom grips the steering wheel tighter. I cross my arms, and look out the window. While driving, I also play with the hem of my medical wrap. I would really like to rip this cursed thing off my arm, but mom would go crazy on me. She told be before not to take it off anyways.
Once we finally arrive home, I run inside and straight up to my room. I close and lock the door, and lay down on my bed. I take out an old photo album, from when my family went on vacation to Hawaii. As I look through the pictures, my heart immediately slumps, and I feel a lump growing in my throat. I quickly shut the photo album, and put it back on the shelf. I wipe away a tear falling down my cheek. I then get up, and head for my door. I quickly swing it open, and head for the kitchen. Once I arrive down there, I grab an apple, and head for the living room. I make myself comfortable, and watch some random tv show that's on a random channel.
My eyes slowly begin to droop. I lay back and shut them, and fall into a dreamless sleep.
"Liv, go long!"
"I'm going I'm going!" I shout. The football gets thrown, and I jump as high as I can to catch it. I do, and do a little victory dance.
"Nice catch, kiddo."
I quickly wake up. I look around to my familiar surroundings, realizing where I am. I get up, and head into the kitchen. I grab Advil from the medicine cabnient, and a cup of water. I then pop an Advil in my mouth, take a sip of water, and put it away. Maybe this will sooth my headache.
"Liv, what are you doing?" My mom runs up to me. She probaly saw me with the pills. When I tried to commit suicide, not only did I cut to deep, I tried to overdose. When she saw me with the pills, she probaly got worried.
"I'm fine, mom. I was just taking an advil." I say. She smiles, and goes on with her day. I then go back to my room, in which I lay down on my bed and turn on the tv. Theres nothing good to do in my life. I'm just a bored, socially awkward teen who's suicidal. I try to push the thought away, and do some math homework. It was from Friday, and its now Tuesday. I attempted on Sunday, and I guess I slept through all of Monday. Mom says I have to go back to school tomorrow, which sucks. But, atleast I somewhat like school, right?
I pull out my math notebook and textbook along with a pencil, and begin question one.
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I quickly skim through the homework, mostly because it was really easy. I quickly put my things away, and by then its 8pm. I take out my science notebook, and look over some vocabulary words, since the test is Thursday. Might as well start, right? After around a half hour, I put everything school related away, and get changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. I lay down in bed, pulling the covers over me. I put on the tv, and fall asleep watching a show that I used to watch when I was a child.
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"Liv, honey, wake up. You have school." my mom shakes me, as I sit up. My medical wrap is slowly falling off, which I'm happy about. Also, I probaly look like I'm a caveman because of my hair. I quickly get out of bed and head towards my bathroom. I brush my teeth, my hair, and get changed into the school uniform. Black shirt, and khacki pants. I slip on a pair of black toms, and put my hair in a high pony tail, fastening it with a black, lacey bow. I take a quick glimpse in the mirror, frown, and grab my bookbag. I head downstairs, grab a gronola bar, say bye to mom, and head out the door to high-school. Usually, mom would drive me, but I feel like walking today. I need the exercise I guess.
Hey guys:)
So, this is mine and @adoringthecurlyone 's collab story! The first chapter is a bit short, thats a mistake on my part, haha. But I promise the chapters will be somewhat long from now on:)
So, get this story spreading! Tell your friends, your cousins, your aunts, your great aunt Susie's.
One thing that I need to tell you is me and @adoringthecurlyone will be switching on and off chapters. Which means, I make chapter 1, she'll make chapter 2, I'll make 3, she'll make 4, and so on. So, I, Lily Johnson, made chapter one:)
So, once again, I really hoped you all enjoyed!
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-Lilyxx
