Another Empty Bottle -ON HOLD-

Chapter 1

There wasn't much Marina could do anymore since her mom died and her dad ran off. She became depressed, over time, without a friend in the world. She used to have friends. She used to have a life, used to be happy, without a care in the world. But good things don't last forever, do they? Life doesn't last forever, either. And one night, Marina, this depressed, anorexic, lonely, suicidal girl, couldn't handle it anymore. They say she tried to jump off a bridge into the river. Somehow she survived, washed up on shore, and the EMS took her away.

And that's how she ended up at the Greyson Andow Hospital for the Clinically Depressed. Marina didn't talk much anymore. only when she absolutely had to. She found ways to skip meals at the hospital, and found razors and lighters to use when she was all alone. She was a tall, thin, pale, dark-haired, dark-eyed mess, and she heard what they said about her. "She's never going to get any better," and "She's not very important to anyone, anymore." She wasn't really sure why they even kept her at that damned hospital. Probably because she had nowhere else to go, and nobody would even adopt a girl like her.

And then came along Connor. Connor, this tall, handsome, sweet boy who tried to kill himself by overdosing. His parents found him in critical condition, rushed him madly to the hospital and he was given the room right next to Marina's. He took a special interest in her. He found ways to speak to her sometimes, he would sit by her in the lounge and talked with her as she would poke around at the food nurses would give her. He was the first person she'd opened up to in a long time. they had a special connection, they made each other happier. Marina even stopped cutting and started eating again for a little while. When she cried, he'd come to her room and cradle her and stroke her hair until she fell asleep, and then he would write notes on her arms about how much he loved her and how much he cared for her, how he'd always be her best friend. She believed it. She even believed it when, as he was packing up to finally leave the hospital, he'd "visit her every day until she got better". Of course, once he walked out those doors, he never went back through them again.

And there she was, stuck in the same old cycle over and over again. She blamed herself for not being able to make people stay. Not her mother, or her father, or now, Connor. And she was sick of it. Sick of never being good enough for anybody, sick of never being skinny enough, sick of wasting her life cramped up in this damn hospital. So one day, she went at it again. She searched all around her room for the bottle of pills she kept hidden. Under her bed, in her drawers, behind her desk. Finally she found them, in the back of the small closet space she was given. Marina had no idea what the pills were for, to be honest. They varied in shape and size, she could barely remember how she got them. It took her lots of tries to get the bottle cap off, but after her 5th time she did. she dumped the entire contents of the container into her hands but before she put them into her mouth, she had another idea. She grabbed a paper and a pen from her desk and began to write.
"To Whom It May Concern:
I'm not sure of the purpose there is in me writing this. No one cares about me anymore. I don't even care about me anymore. See, ever since I can remember, I've been alone. Alone on my first day of school, alone when my mother died, and alone when my father left me. Only until recently had I stopped feeling like that. But you know the saying "all good things must come to an end"? Well, whoever thought that up wasn't kidding. And now, I have nothing left to live for. I've got no friends, no family, I'm not even sure if I can still rely on myself. So this is where I've decided to end my story, whoever's listening. Take care of yourselves.
-Marina"
Then she took to the pills again and with one final deep breath, downed them in one go. She picked up her blade and began to carve on her wrists while she waited for the drugs to take over. She made lines, and words like "lonely" and "worthless" appear in red across her skin. As she closed her eyes a while later, when the pills finally kicked in she let her head fall back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. And then, something unusual happened (at least for her).

She didn't know if it was simply how it felt when you died, but Marina swore she could feel herself floating up from her bed. "It must just be the pills," she thought to herself. She didn't exactly want to open up her eyes again, she wanted to die. Now. But as the feeling of floating stayed, she could feel a breeze hit her skin like a train. She didn't know what was going on. She heard the sounds of cars on the freeway and honking of horns go quieter and quieter as she became curiouser and curiouser to look. But before Marina had a chance to open her eyes, she felt herself getting sleepier, and sleepier, and soon all that was on her mind was to be asleep.

*A/N: Oh my gosh! I'm sorry this sucked so much, I promise it will get so much better later. and I'm also sorry about how short it is, I've never been good and writing long chapters. anyways, I hope you enjoy it despite how much it sucks!*