Friendship or.......

The Hospital

 I open my eyes staring at a bright tube light and then I wipe my eyes with my hand. I hear beep beep beep from the heartbeat monitor. I don't remember much things, the only thing I remember is just using the blade on my wrist and blood pouring out. You might be thinking why I did that, well let me start from the beginning. My name is Lacey, I have a mom and dad and had a brother called Spencer. He was my best friend. I am an introvert so you can guess, I only had him to talk to me so he belonged in large part of my life. Well, fate brought an accident to him and he stayed in the hospital for weeks and at last died. After he died I didn't have anyone to talk to. I stayed in my room for weeks without talking to someone or eating food. I got depressed that I used the blade on my wrist that is how I landed in the hospital bed. Now I see my mom and the doctor talking. From my mom's expression, I realized that I am perfectly fine. My dad entered the room and said that I will be discharged in a few days. I was angry and lucky, angry because I didn't die and lucky because I escaped. My mom entered the room too and both of them gave me lectures about moving on and stop thinking about my brother well how can I. He has been the best to me over my parents. My parents also mentioned that I will be attending a session that will provide motivation and inspiration to me. After so much forcing I agreed. Next day my best friend Ashley visited me. She was my second best friend after Spencer. We talked a lot, she gave me get well soon cards and flowers and ate my fruits and went. After a few days, I was discharged. I returned home and ran to my bedroom, I had missed it a lot. I entered my washroom and noticed the blood stains, I soon set to work.......