The Ghost That Got Away (A Bret Von Dehl Story)

Introduction - Suicide

[Raven's POV]

I bit my lip as I bought the 20th pill to my lips, and placed it on my tongue before swallowing it dry.

I already felt the side effects begin to blur my vision as I sat on the bathroom floor.

Blaze will probably find the note, but he'll be home in an hour probably. I'm not so good at telling time sometimes.

I poured three more pills into my mouth before forcing them down dry and then grabbing one of my razors, bring it to my right wrist.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

All the way up to a 10th cut down my wrist.

Red waterfalls slowly dribble down my arm as I laid back against the bathroom wall and relaxed myself as I felt my eyes close.

As soon as they did, the door opened, and it was all dark.

***

I woke up to a blind light blinding me, and my eyelids slowly opened and saw I was in a hospital.

Damn. Not again.

"Raven," I heard a voice speak.

I turned and saw my brother, River, sitting there, holding my hand.

He had tears streaking his face, and he just pulled me into a hug.

"Raven," he cried as I hugged him.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled in his ear, tears quietly falling down my face.

~~~~~~~

Picture: Raven Stone

Here's a peek at the new Bret Von Dehl story I'm working on. Let me know what you all think so far and if I should continue or not.

Also be sure to follow my instagram @officialbloodsapph!!