I didn't know what happened. I wanted to get out of here. The memory of me falling was faint. I felt sore. One of my arms was in a cast. I think one of legs was in a cast as well. I looked down at Biscuit and smiled. "Good boy." I looked over at my dad, noticing that he is asleep. I couldn't fall back asleep. I was tired though. It was around 3 am. I wanted to go home.
~Time Skip 3 weeks~
I've stayed in this hospital. I wanted to go home. I had to suffer with many different treatments and doctors. Each day, I felt like the voice got worse and I suffered more each day. It was around 12 am. I felt like my heart beat was slowing. I looked over at my dad. I looked down at Biscuit. I smiled at both of them. I knew I was dying. It was clear to me. I didn't want to but it was my time. I wanted to see my mom either way. As I closed my eyes, Biscuit looked up at me and whimpered. I took my last breath. Biscuit started barking, waking my dad and notifying doctors. But when they all came in, it was too late.
---End---
This story was about a girl who suffered with depression and the bad voices in her head. She dealt with this in my other story 'The Giant Eye.' Check that out. It's also a good story. The main character was a very nice girl. She reminds me about my friend. I hope you enjoyed.
