Mutism [hood]

Aer

My mom was having a knee surgery done today so I was at the hospital, doing nothing really.

Out of nowhere, nurses are rushing in two stretchers. One looks like it has a girl in it and the other a boy. The rush them into separate rooms on either side of the hall.

One man, he has white hair and dressed up in scrubs comes out and talks to a young male nurse.

"I decide suicide. I think from the tears left on the girls face and the drugs in the boy, he probably forced her into the situation. The problem is we don't know who they are." I'm crying when it comes to suicide. I didn't know them but I used to be a cutter, but I stayed strong when it came to suicide. I hate it when I hear these types of stories.

"How are we going to know who to contact for them?" The young nurse asks. "Put it on a billboard? Newpaper?"

"No. We will see who comes for anyone missing, but chances are they probably didn't have a family." That made my heart crack. I barely have a family anyways, what could happen to people who didn't have anyone?

"They are both still alive now, but not for long. There is no way they will make it by morning." And the two men go in the separate rooms.

A few minutes later they come out. "Time of death for the boy?" The older one asks.

"11:03. The girl?"

"11:03."

*The End*

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