𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~Escaping death~

C O O P E R

My eyes slowly peeled open as I awoke from my dream, I felt awfully dizzy, my body felt horribly weak. I looked down to see I was only in my boxers, bandages covered my forearms and my upper thighs, although it looked like blood was sleeping through.

I looked at my arms again, I had three wires sticking out of my arm, two of them had red liquid while the other was clear, I had a pulse reader over my pointer finger.

I'm in a hospital.

I looked around the room, their was a heart rate monitor, a stand with two blood bags and a water bag hanging from it. I was lying on a fairly comfortable bed, but my body still ached.

I let out a groan as I tried to sit up, looking around the room for any indication of another person, nothing.

"God... what happened to me?" I asked, trying to remember what had happened, I held my head as I racked my brain for anything... some sort of memory!

And like that, everything hit me like a speeding bullet being shot from a gun, hitting me with precision and accuracy, bringing tears to my eyes as I remembered everything. A sob escaped my lips as I looked down at my arms and legs, shaking my head slightly.

I nearly fucking died...

On one hand, I was upset that I hadn't gotten to see Jax and Dad again... but on the other hand, I was scared... I nearly fucking died, I'm not ready to die... not yet.

So why did I do it?

Because I was depressed, I was suicidal and all the bullying, the letters, the texts... they pushed me over the edge. I looked down at my stomach, I had blue and purple bruises covering my stomach.

Silent tears fell down my face as I gritted my teeth, I hate this... so, so much. "Why did I have to wake up?" I muttered, wiping my eyes, hoping to get rid of the tears.

The hospital door opened, mom, Harrison and one of the police officers who always brought me home, walked in. I stayed emotionless as they walked in, yet tears still fell down my face.

I avoided looking at mom and Harrison as I stared at the officer, I only now noticed the nurse behind him. The officer and nurse walked over to me, the nurse started to check the wires in my arm while the officer sat beside me.

"Now... Cooper, three days ago, you were found in your room unconscious... you were almost dead... can you tell me what lead to that?" The officer asked, I scoffed at that. "Why don't you ask Zeke Collins? Or maybe Ashton Dixon, can't forget Kyle Richards and Dylan Johnson, oh... and Xavier, you could always ask Xavier. Those bastards know exactly what they did." I growled out, I payed back on the bed, rolling over so my back was facing the officer.

"Cooper... the officer needs your side of the story." I sat up, facing the officer and mom and Harrison. "My side of the story? Easy, those fucking assholes have made me feel useless and unwanted for ten fucking years. Top that up with being depressed and suicidal and bam! You get me. They just decided that three days ago, on the seventeenth, the day I absolutely hate. They decided it would be fun to once again beat me till I can't move, remind me how useless and pathetic I am and that I'm the reason my dad and brother are fucking dead. So there's my side of the story, and you can ask anyone else in the entire fucking school and I'll bet they'll say they've seen Zeke and his minions beating me up. Because I'm the runt, the runt of the school, the runt of the family, just the runt of life in general.

"I was sick of everything, I was sick of the beatings, of the letters, the texts. I was sick of being put down, being told no one loved me, no one cared. I was sick of being told to kill myself! That no one would fucking miss me if I did!! I was sick of everything so I tried to fucking kill myself!!" I shouted, at this point tears were running down my face. "There's my side of the fucking story." With that, I laid back down on the bed, closing my eyes as all I wanted to do was sleep.

I heard the officer get up, moving to where mom and Harrison were. He said something to them before leaving, someone walked over to me, sitting behind my back. "Cooper... why didn't you tell me?" Mom asked, I shook my head, rolling over more. "Talk to me Cooper... please." She said, I could hear the desperation in her voice. "It's not that easy..." I muttered. "It's not easy to just walk up to someone and say 'Hey! I'm suicidal and depressed! Try not to mess with my feelings because I take everything fucking personally!' It's not just as easy as that... you don't tell people because you're scared...

"You're scared people will judge you, make fun of the marks on your arms or that you cry at night from frustration and pain. You get scared because you don't want everyone to treat you differently because of it... I got scared because I knew that no one would ever fully understand what happens to me... because even I don't understand. I don't just sit in my room and mope, I don't just cut myself because my life is bad... I actually didn't want to be here..."

I went silent after that, not really having anything else to say. I felt mom place her hand on my arm, right on the bandages. "I just wish I could have helped you..." She whispered, her thumb gently rubbing my arm. "Me too." I shut my eyes, holding my body close to me as all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Get some rest honey, I'll be here when you wake up." I nodded as I let my body relax, letting slumber pull me down.

What happens now...