"Hey, Charlie. Are you awake?"
Huh?
"Charlie, darling. Please open your eyes."
I open my eyes. I'm in a white, tan and a disgusting cyan coloured room. My claustrophobia starts to kick in, it's so small! I look around for only about a minute, trying to understand where the fuck I am.
"Hello, Charlie. I'm Sandra, I'm a nurse here at the hospital. How are you today?" The person in the room with me asks.
I stare at her, confused. I just continue looking around, then it hits me... I'm at the hospital. The reason I'm here is because of my mental health. That thing went down like a coin down the top of the Eiffel Tower. So, at like noon, I was talking to a counsellor on Teen's Help Hotline, on the texting app.
How are you today?
Not very good.
Could you explain?
I feel like I'm going to kill myself.
Do you have a plan?
Yes.
Mind explaining what is it?
Not at all. I want to hang myself. I have all the things I need.
Okay. Do you feel at risk of suicide tonight?
Very much.
Alright. Would you mind if I send over some assistance to check up on you?
Whatever works.
Okay. I will need some information.
Alright.
Full Name?
Charlie Malloy
Address?
1 CrossCircle Lane
City?
Fall.
Phone Number?
I..I don't know it.
...
YOU HAVE BEEN DISCONNECTED, CHAT WILL DISAPPEAR IN 1 MINUTE
I look back at Sandra, "I'm not so good."
"You fell asleep in the waiting room, so your father brought you in.
"I did? Okay, that's odd.
"Heh, I just need to know a bit about you and why you're here."
My interested smile went down to a frown.
"My mother left the country back in January. My father is in financial trouble. I have no friends. They all left me to die alone. My art isn't doing well. My enemy is hogging everything and throwing the bad into my life. It's just not right!" I nearly scream.
Sandra looks a little taken back. She brushes it off and goes to right what i said to her on a clipboard. I wait around for about a minute before she looks up and says:
"How would of you killed yourself?"
I look at her, and sigh.
"I would of stabbed myself if I could."
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The Life Story Of A Outcast
Non-FictionCharlie was always different, unnaturally tall, mature, professionally artistic, you name it! She had some darker secrets though, ones she wouldn't, and couldn't, share with anyone else. *This is a true story. Names, places, and more have been chan...
