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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The first step
Non-FictionIt's hard to live without much emotion. How hard is it for people to love you, if you don't love anything? Blamed for a accident and broken. Everything that comes together, falls apart; so why not jump?