The First Step

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My head is pounding and I can smell hospital. Oh I think I'm gonna throw up.

"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" asks a nurse.

"I think I'm going to puke."

"You'll feel like that for awhile."

"What happened?"

"You had a panic attack and banged your head on Dr. Wicks desk. You have a mild concussion and your blood pressure is very high."

"Can I go home?"

"No sorry sweetie we still need to monitor you for a couple days, get your blood pressure back to normal, see how your concussion improves."

"Ugh I need to go home tomorrow!"

"We will have to see honey."

"No I have too! Let me go now!"

"Honey calm down please."

I was breathing heavy as my head was pounding. I needed to go home.

"Shh, this will make the pain go away and put you to sleep."

She hooked up a different bag to my i.v drip and then she left. My breathing slowed and I felt my eyes closing.

"Home...i..need...to go...home..."

My words slurred.

My pain went away and I couldn't open my eyes. I fell asleep.

I woke up to an empty room and the lights got brighter. I had no pain so I got up and walked out of my room.

The hospital was empty.

"Hello?" I asked hoping for an answer.

I went out onto the balcony and saw that we were on the tenth floor. So high up. Such a long way down.

No. I don't think about distance anymore.

"What are you doing?" said a deep voice behind me.

I guess I didn't hear him come out here.

"Just looking? what are you doing?" I quickly spun around and saw that the guy was wearing all black and his hood covered his face. He came closer.

He towered over me.

"Jump."

"What? no! I want to live now."

"No you don't. You want to die, you need to die."

"No! I don't want to die anymore."

"Yes you do now jump!"

"No!"

"Listen to me you fuck up. You ruin everything and you're a killer. Everything you love dies."

"I know that! but it's okay!"

What is happening?

"No, now jump!"

"No! I'm done with that!"

He came towards me.

"Stop!" I tried to push him away.

He shoved me closer to the edge.

"Stop!"

He pushed me off the edge and I was on my wait to the ground. Maybe this is what I wanted. It's easier this way isn't it?

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