Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Seventeen

Meanwhile

Cathy

"Oh my God, Cathy!" My mother, pounced on me. Giving me a bone crushing hug.

I frowned in confusion. Where the hell am I? I tried moving my hands, but they were tied to the bed. I feverishly glanced down at my hands, restraints were on both of them. "Mom, what the hell is going on?" I asked, breathing hard.

My mother pulled away. "It's going to be okay now." She said, sniffling.

"W... what do you mean?"

She touched, my shoulder. "Don't you remember what happened?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"What the hell are these things?" I demanded, ignoring her question. Of course I remembered what happened. After viewing that picture of, Tristan and Tiana on Instagram and Facebook. I went of the rails. I just couldn't believe, Tiana would do something like, that to me. Her best friend.

I pulled hard on the restraints. They didn't even budge, they just clicked against the bars. I growled in irritation. "Why the hell am I in an hospital?" I gritted out.

"You tried to hurt yourself, Cathy."

"I know, what I fucking did! You had no right whatsoever to bring me here!" I yelled, at my mother.

She started to tear up. "I couldn't allow you to die. What kind of mother would I be, if I turned a blind eye to this?"

"You should have! Why can't you just let me fucking die! After all this is your, fucking fault!"

She flinched from my tone.

"Why must you always interfere?"

"Because suicide is not the answer! It doesn't fix a thing."

"At least my heart won't ache this badly! I'll finally have the peace and quiet I deserve." Tears started, to pour down my cheek.

She tried to pull me into another hug, but I leaned my body to the side. "I'm such a fool.... I'm so stupid." I sobbed, in the pillow.

"Oh Cathy."

I heard the door opened and closed.

"How is she?" Matt asked.

"She's awake, but... she...."

I rolled over on my back, before mom could finish answering that question. "I'm fine." I said. I tugged on the restraints again. "...... and I want these off."

"That is not possible, Cathy, do you even remembered what you tried to do?" Julian enquired, with a worried expression.

I glanced at him coldly. "I do remember. I took a couple of pills with alcohol and I slit my wrists... no big deal." I shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Are you fucking serious, right now! You're acting as if this is normal!"

"I honestly don't care. If mom had just turned, a blind eye, this could have been ignored." I spat.

"Are you even listening to yourself?" Matt asked, in disgust.

"I am, I don't regret doing it."

"This isn't my sister talking."

I laughed. "I haven't been apart of this family for years."

Matt lunged at me, gripping me by the collar, he shook me hard. "You're nothing but an ungrateful bitch! Have you even, stopped to think about, how we would feel?"

"No i haven't, why should I? When all this family cares about is, our status in society! Don't act like you fucking know me, or care about me!" I yelled, as I  pulled on the restraints again.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The heart monitor, started beeping raucously. I screamed in agony!

The door burst open and a man in full white strode into the room, with a red haired woman, dressed in blue uniform. Matt reluctantly let me go, he stepped away, but not before glowering at me.

The doctor smiled awkwardly at us, he whipped out his clipboard.

"How are we doing today?" He asked, gleefully.

"Dude, read the room." I snapped at him.

"You're a lively one, aren't you? It's good, to see you up. You scared us last night."

I glared daggers at him. He stepped, closer to the bed.

"Can you take these off."

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Safety precautions." He said, scribbling something in his book. "....Miss Valdez is there a particular reason, you tried to hurt yourself?"

"Does one have to have a reason?"

"Yes I believe so. Unless you were seeking attention."

"Fuck you. You don't know shit about me, or what I've been though!"

"And that is why I'm asking you, why did you do it?"

I pursed my lips. I heard the door open once more, I stared ahead.

The woman, I've been chasing for one year, ambled into the room. I clenched and unclenched, my fists.

How dare she shows her face around here, after betraying me!

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