Sluts & Suicide

c o r d o l i u m

cordolium: (n) heartache; heartfelt sorrow

She took a deep breath in. She called a doctor over in tears, repeating over and over, my daughter is awake.

Tears spilled out of Emme's eyes. She was going over what had happened. What she did. She looked back over at Cam and he was already speed walking over.

Why does he care? Emme thought over and over. But nonetheless, she was glad he was here.

"Why," Cam asked when he walked into her room. And Emme broke down. Cam, already at her side, gathered her into his arms and held her close.

"It's okay. Shhh. It'll be okay," Cam murmured to Emme. Emme nodded into his chest and snuggled closer. She knew she'd be sent to a mental hospital. It was guaranteed. Especially in her condition.

Cam continued to hold her close far into the night. He even refused when visiting hours were over. This was the first time Emme realized someone, even if it was only one person, cared for her and was afraid to lose her.

The doctors had told her she'd have to spend at least a month in a mental hospital, but she needs to stay in the actual hospital for a few more days.

In the course of those days, Emme and Cam spent much time together. She and her mom reconnected and Emme was able to forgive her.

She cried a lot. Emme played the memories of that night over and over again. And the sad part was she still felt the way she did that night. Emme was soon put in meds for major depression.

Emme hated the medication. They tasted disgusting and made her feel soulless.

"Are you ready, Emerson," Dr. Saan asked. Emme looked up and him confused. Ready for what?

Dr. Saan saw the question written all over Emme's face.

"For the ride to Holly Hill Hospital," the doctor clarified. Slowly, Emme nodded, confirming his thought.

"Can I have a moment with my mom, please," Emme asked of the doctor. He nodded and left. As soon as he left the room, Emme broke down. How could she still feel the heartache the world was causing her? Shouldn't she be better, seeing that she is where she belongs?

But that wasn't the case. Instead of feeling safe, she felt troubled and alone. Even more alone than she did before she attempted.

After a couple of minutes, the doctor comes in.

"We need to get you ready. The police are ready to escort you to the hospital," Dr. Saan said. Emme was still crying and looked up at the doctor through wet eyes and nodded.

Emme stepped out of the hospital bed and put her clothes on that Kim brought her. The outfit was a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Emme slip[ped the on, even while sobs were racking her body, escaping through her mouth.

Once she was dressed she realized something.

"Mom, where's dad," Emme asked her mom. Kim was taken aback by her daughter's question. She took a shaky deep breath in and opened her mouth to answer her daughter.

But nothing came out as Emme's angry dad came barrelling into the hospital room.