The story of my life

A trip to the ER ~3~

 ~A month passes~ 

I arrive home from school fed up with life. I can't take this anymore! I cant keep dragging people down! I am the worst! 

No one is home, a perfect time to end it all. I walk to my room and I see my pocket knife. "it's so dull." I say. I run over to brothers room for a sharper knife, and I easily found one. I walk back to my room about to 'test' the knife. I didn't want to test it on the bottom of my arm so I tested it on top. I slice through my arm super easy, blood starts gushing out uncontrollably. I do this a few times hoping to end my life.

but in my trail of thought I remember Michael. I wanted to say goodbye, so I did. I saw he wasn't online and I decided to text him goodbye. but then a feeling came over me. "Michael will hate me..." "but this is whats best for him, i won't be dragging him down with my problems." With my mixed emotions I just quickly call Michael and tell him what was happening. but he decided to call 911. 

the police arrive and im put in the back of the ambulance. 

~2 hours later~

i'm now settled in the hospital alone. I honestly did nothing for a long time so skip time!

~3 hours later~

I lie alone in my hospital bed but then I see. "Michael?!?" I say. Michael turns and looks at me. "there you are!" Michael yells. Michael trots into the room and we hug. "I had no idea you where coming!" I said. 

we talk for an hour and a half but then he has to go.

"well I wish I could stay all night with you lilly, but I have to go with my grandpa. "goodbye Michael" I say "goodbye" he replies. 

~many hours later I am out of the hospital~