-Unhealthy Obsession-

.42. Dead Man Walking

Andrew

I wake up back at home with a girl in around my arm. It's Hannah, her face slowly looking more and more like Mia.  I get confused and deny her, and just then the real, bloody, Mia stands in the doorway in disbelief.

"Andrew...how...could you?"

"Mia sweetheart, I-I I didnt-she...-"

"I hate you, Andrew!" wait...her dialogue is different. "I gave you everything and this is how you repay me?" she screams, trying desperately to take off her ring. Each time it clattered to the floor, my heart'd break a little more.

But for some reason...everything didn't go silent once the ring hit. This allowed me to explain myself.

"Mia listen please-" I start, an unseay feeling something bad is about to happen.

"No!" she stomped. "I gave us everything! I did everything for us, yet you treat me like garbage! Don't you know how much I loved you?" fat tears roll down her flushed cheeks. "But I don't anymore! I hate you! We're done! It's over!"

"You don't mean that..." a lump forms in my throat.

"I do! I swear to you on my grave I never loved you!"

"Please stop.."

"Just die Andrew! It's worthless!" Her voice has started dropping, sounding distorted, hurting my ears. "We're nothing when we're apart. End it. End it all. Take the pain away."

"Mia..." before I know it there's a sudden gun in my hand and it's pointed at my temple. I'm at the psych ward, corned in my bed Mia's name written in dripping blood all over the walls. Blood dripping from my forehead too as I stared blankly at the walls.

Then, I pull the trigger.

My body jolts awake, a loud unsteady beeping filled my ears.

Ugh.. what happened?

My eyes scan the room and white stands out. Hospital....fuck.

My heart started to pump faster, as I sit up looking down at my arms. IV's pumping into my veins.

A body at the door made me look up.

"Mr. Miller!" said a nurse. "I see you're awake, are you okay?"

I swallow and think for a moment. Am I okay? Was I ever okay? Was this even a question?

I shrug and fidget in my spot. "What..happened?"

"Well there are symptoms of a heart attack.." she started walking in, looking at the clipboard at the foot of my bed. "But we're not too sure, we have to do some more tests." she walks up to the side of the bed, looking down at me.

"Your heart was racing. Did you have a bad dream?"

I stay silent.

"Okay well..." she looks around. "I'm going to go get you some food. You're so malnourished and weak-"

"Don't." my voice comes out deeper than I expected. "I don't want food."

"Your body needs energy, Mr. Miller." she frowned. "You haven't eaten in days, you're so unhealthy right now."

For some reason this inraged me. "You don't think I fucking know that?" I snap, pulling off this stupid clip on my index finger.

"Please don't take off the equipment!" she reaches over and clips it back on. I shove her away from me and throw it at the door.

"Get the hell away from me! I don't want to be here!"

"Sir, please stay in the bed!" she cried out, trying to push me down. I tried struggling against her but she was right,I was extremely weak. I heard her click something multiple times but nothing happened. "Mr. Miller, please take it easy, your heart can't handle this right now!"