The Diary of Mia Parker

Now

12/8/19

Beep. Beep. Beep. I lightly growl at the noise and crack to my eyes to see what Hell looked like. I am pretty sure I am not in Heaven because why would they annoy you with random beeps? It does not make any sense.

Cracking my eyes open was a task at hand where I had to crack through the crust around my eyes. Instead of finding myself in Hell or Heaven, I found myself in a freaking hospital! A hospital, I tell you! What the heck?!

A scream bubbles inside of my chest. I cannot take being alive for another second. Looking around the room, I try to find something that could hurt me, but with no avail there is nothing. Wait-there is one thing I could maybe use to give myself pain.

I look down to my arm where the IV needle rests in my arm to pump whatever the hell they are giving to me.

My fingers lightly grasp the IV needle that gingerly rests in my skin. I lightly pull it and tug it back to make a bigger hole. Pain encompasses my arm with sweet relief. I may be alive, but I revel in this amazing feeling of pain. I need it to know where I am and to somehow exert my pain out that is filtering throughout my body and brain.

Blood wells out of the hole and gushes over just like my suicide attempt. Speaking of my suicide attempt, I quickly glance down to my other wrist and see it heavily bandaged. Oops-NOT!

The door to my room creaks out with my aunt and a nurse. Shit!

"What in hell's name are you doing!" Shouts Aunt Whitney. Her face pinches in a disgusted face, but quickly switches to concern.

Oh Aunt Whitney, I know this is all for show. You really don't care about me. All you have ever cared about was your television shows and ignoring me.

I sigh and turn my head away from them. I want to keep tugging the IV needle back and back without having an audience. As I try to pretend they are not here, the nurse quickly grabs my arm. "Mia, I know you are hurting now, but you need to stop."

I face the slightly graying, plump nurse and just stare at her. I do not care.

"Mia, please," She begs.

When she notices I will not stop, she pages another nurse and the doctor to assist her.

A tall handsome man and an old woman enter my room carrying a needle. The two nurses hold me down as I start to thrash over the realization that the doctor is here to sedate me.

"It's okay, Mia," the doctor croons, "We are here to help you get better and this will help you sleep."

The needle goes into my arm and the room starts to blur into wavy lines. The last thing I see is my Aunt Whitney standing in the corner grinning ear to ear as if she was the Grinch herself.