Save Me

4

It had been a week since I woke up and I was ready to go home. My mom, dad, and sister also visited, it was very awkward but it was good to know they even cared.

The guys had brought me some new clothes and drove me home, the hospital was six hours away from our house so we were driving all day.

When we got home nothing had changed, the piano still had my six-week-old bottle of whiskey on top and my empty bottle of pills was still on the floor. I could imagine myself sitting there so well that it was almost scary.

"I cleaned your room," John said shyly.

"Oh thank you, dear," I answered with a fake smile even though I was actually quite grateful that he did. I just couldn't smile.

"I'm going to sleep for a bit," I said while the others nodded and walked up to my room.

It was, to my surprise very clean, almost too clean. But it was perfect I could just sleep for a bit and see what comes next.

I woke up and saw that I had slept for 15 hours straight. I looked up to the ceiling. And started feeling guilty for trying it again. I've hurt the boys so much even though they think this was the first time I ever tried. It wasn't of course. I had to make it up to them. So I went downstairs to eat.

"Well hello, You slept like a little princess," Roger said.

I smiled at his words. "Yes, darling I did actually." I sat down at the table where John sat too. Suddenly Brian yelled from the kitchen "I made breakfast children!" I laughed at his words which was a huge improvement.