The Self-Harmed

~It's almost over~

I woke up in the white room, propped against a wall. My mouth was dry, my eyes heavy, and My arms ached from being in a straight jacket for so long. The loud lock turned, and the door opened. Someone walked in, but I couldn't make them out, my vision was blurred. I tried to force my eyes open but they burned from so much white. So I gave up blinking my eyes trying to still clear my vision.  

 "Be careful." A nurse warned.

"Fuck off."

The person bent down in front of me.

"Charlie?" He waved a hand and I followed it. "Can you see me yet?"

I shook my head. But I knew that voice. Didn't I?

"It's me," He reached around and behind me to undo the jacket. "Owen."

He pulled the jacket off and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The last time I saw Owen, he was sitting in a chair in the lounge, drooling on himself. Then a couple of nurses took him away, and I didn't see him again. That was four days ago. He looked good. Considering.

"They're going to change your meds, but you have to stay calm okay?" He sat down next to me. "They need you to work with them."

I crawled onto his lap, covering my eyes with my hand. Why were my eyes still burning.

"She's fine." Owen announced.

A nurse came in and took my face. My eyes  didn't work, I wanted to tell her. They were still heavy. The nurse opened and eye, and shined in a light. I jerked my head away, and the nurse jumped back.

"It's okay." Owen took my face, "Sh."

The nurse slowly shined the light in my other eye. I tried to yank away, but Owen held onto my face.

"You're okay." He soothed. "It's almost over."

And then I started to cry. Which was basically the only thing I could do these days. The nurse left the room, and my eyes finally began to clear.

"Here." Owen put something to my mouth.

I looked down. A water bottle.

"Come on Charlie," He tipped it. "There you go It's okay. I promise."

He rubbed my arm. I pushed the bottle away and plopped my too heavy head onto his chest.

"You're okay now. I promise."

I closed my eyes.