End or Beginning?

CHAPTER II

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I awoke to the steady beeping of a heart monitor. I looked up to the ceiling, which was a pasty white. 

                    "How did I get here?" I mumbled quietly to myself. Right then, one of the doctors walked in.

                     "Ma'am, do you-"

               "Sir, preferably." I interjected.

              "Sorry, Sir, um, do you know why you're here at the hospital?" He corrected himself.

              "I was just about to ask you that." I said.

               "Sir, you recently attempted suicide... do you remember any of that? Anything from before or maybe after?" He questioned. So I failed... just then, I remembered EXACTLY what'd happened. And that I was about to be in some deep shit.

                  "Um.... I do now... Am I, you know, um, in trouble?" I asked and the doctor looked taken aback.

                    "No, you're not in trouble! What made you think you would be?"

             "I'm in foster care... I thought maybe they would have me punished...?"

            "If they even tried, I would personally get them shut down! It'd be ridiculous if they did." He said reassuringly. "Are they normally so quick to punish, or is that just paranoia?"

            "Yeah, just that day, one of the staff legit punched me in the face, if you hadn't seen the bruise?" I pointed to my bruised face.

                "They said you did that." The doctor looked concerned.

            "No, I told this staff that they were wrong for throwing a kid onto his bed because he wanted to take a shower and the staff got mad and legit punched me in the face." His eyes widened.

                   "Do you have evidence I could use to prove that you didn't do that?" He asked.

              "I have the other kid as a witness? They decided to do it in the only room without a camera or a mirror to reflect into the room and see what is going on in it." I replied.

                       "Would they question a police officer who said they were investigating the attempt if I sent one?" He asked. This was the chance I needed! The home could be persecuted for their crimes! Finally!

             "They wont if they make it seem like they're on the home's side at first but once they were somewhere private, ask the kid what happened." I said, and then added "The kid's name is Joevan. Joevan Marvinson."

          "Thanks, so much. For now, I will be getting in touch with people who can place you in a more safe environment for people who are in such a crisis. They wont think of it as keeping you safe from them as much as you safe from yourself when the latter isn't actually quite true, though I am not sure whether the attempt was serious or to help get out of that situation." He looked at me questioningly.

                 "It was a bit of both that and a serious attempt." My eyes trailed downwards.

           "Okay, either way, I'm here for you." The doctor seemed sincere. I was able to trust this man, definitely. I knew that much.