Emily

Chapter 2

 "Last checkup, Maggie. Are you ready to go home?" Doctor Medusa says to me when entering my room. She seemed a lot happier today than when I had first met her. Through the weeks of me being here, Doctor Medusa and I had become really close. Go ahead, laugh it out. I know you're probably thinking, Maggie, how can you become close to your own doctor, and yet you can't even play barbies with other five-year-olds when you were young? Well, to answer your question, being stuck in this stupid and uncomfortable hospital bed while being stuck in a room and forced to talk to someone about my health can get you feeling prety lonely and in need of a friend.

After a week of my recovery in the hospital, my family had to go back to their regular life and started to visit me less. Mom and Dad had to go back to work, Ethan, Hannah, and Peter had to go back to school. They all had to move on with their lives, and I'm not surprised it took such a short time for them to move on from the fact that their own daughter/sister tried to kill herself but failed.

Don't get me wrong, Hannah and Peter have come to visit me a lot, and my parents visit me whenever they can, which isn't that much. I also get sent 'Get well soon' cards from my family to me as well. But what hurts the most is that Ethan hasn't shown up once since I had first woken up from my week long nap.

Ethan was the one that I cared about the most, besides Peter, but who can't love their cute little five-year-old sibling that is a sweet little angel? Ethan was my best friend, and yet, he hasn't even called or texted me once. I would ask what I did wrong but its obvious that Ethan is upset at my suicide attempt.

Sometimes, I wish that I did die, and this was one of those moments.

" Maggie? Are you listening?" Doctor Camille says, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Uh...no comment," I say back and Doctor Camille scoffs and rolls her eyes, but not before I catch the slight smirk that had appeared, "You'll need to take these meds once a day. You'll be taking the amantadine, along with the anti-depressants and you will be going to your physiotherapy every Tuesday and Thursday once your bones are fully healed. I have also have recommended some psychiatrists for you to see-"

" Doctor Camille, I really don't think I need to see-"

"You tried to kill yourself, Maggie, as your doctor and as your friend I am trying to do what is best for you. It is up to your parents whether you should see one or not. You're still a minor, therefore, it's not up to you," Camille says sternly, giving me a cold Medusa glare.

I give out a frustrated sigh, "But I don't want to-"

"You need to talk to someone, Maggie. Some people don't get another chance to get help. Some people don't survive their suicide attempt," she snaps at me and I sit myself up more in my hospital bed.

I am very much against going to a psychiatrist for many reasons. I understand that she's concerned for my mental state, but if I have already tried to rid myself from this earth, then what would change my mind a second time? My family has already moved on, why don't I get to as well. I'll have to stay in another plane room and talk to someone about my feelings and then have that person tell me that I have problems when it is very clear that I did, or do. There is no point in spending all the money just to talk about how sad I am. I'm actually not sad, I'm more annoyed at the fact that I have to go to a psychiatrist. I would rather stay in this stupid hospital for another month before going to a crying session with a random stranger.

I remember in elementary school when our school counselor would come into our classroom once every semester and talk about how you shouldn't drink and drive or do drugs. The kids would laugh it off, never believing for a second that they would think about doing such a thing. Now most of those kids are getting high in the bathroom and going to parties to forget whatever they need to. Some of them, such as myself, even went as far to try and kill themselves to get everything off their mind.