I'm slipping.. I'm finally going to be done with this world..
Wait.. what's that sound..? Are those... doctors talking...? Wait, am I in the hospital!? No! Let me fucking die!
"He should be stable by the evening, we'll keep him for a week or until we know he won't attempt it again," a doctor spoke.
No! Let me slip! For fucks sake!
"Thank you Doc, " my mother spoke
Did my mother find me? Or did my asshole father call the ambulance?
"When he wakes up, and is out of the hospital, I demand he stays a month at my house. No phone, no nothing. He gets to sit in his room and do work," my father boomed
For fucks sake, why does he have to be here? Please don't let him take me mom, I'm begging you.
"I don't know Steve, he doesn't like you very much," my mom spoke up
"I don't give a damn, he's my son as well, and I demand my right to see him," Steve growled.
"Sir, please leave the room," an intern spoke up.My father growled, before leaving, sitting outside of the room.
If he tries to take me I'll call the cops, and have him arrested. I have proof of threats from him. I will have his ass charged!
"Ma'am you may leave now as well, your son will be awake soon," the doctor spoke softly.
My mother nodded before heading out to sit with my dad. They had been divorced for 4 years, ever since my mother found the marks around my neck from him. We charged him, and filed a restraining order, but they both never fell through because we moved to Canada.
For some reason they allowed my father across the border and he followed us. Moving one city over from us.
Mom wasn't happy, but didn't bother with it, he never really came to see us anyhow. I lived in my moms basement, and have been since I was 14.
I finished high school, but have no further plans. I wanted to move in with my girlfriend but she couldn't handle our world anymore so she left.
Suddenly I felt my body shut down, and I started to panic, despite taking those pills I realized I didn't want to die, I just wanted to see my love.
"Get oxygen into his body now!" A doctor demanded.
No, no please! Please don't let me die! Lord forgive me! It's too soon! Please!
I was begging for my life while being unconscious.
"We did it.. he's stable," the doc sighed, sweat dripping off his head.
Thank you lord... thank you..
I don't know how much longer I was asleep for, but I woke up.
Looking around the room, my vision was blurry but I could make out the silhouettes of my parents and the intern.
"M-mom? S-Steve?" I stuttered out.
"Hey kiddo it's okay, you're safe," my mom cooed.My father didn't bother to say anything he just scoffed at me.
"18 years old, and he still has to have his parents by his side, such a pity," he mumbled under his breath.
I growled slightly, glaring at him. My mother took my hand, trying to comfort me.
"Steve, back off or get the fuck out of here," she glared.
"Fine, I'll be picking him up in a week," he growled, leaving.
I looked up at my mother, "Please don't let him take me," I begged.
"I might not have a choice kiddo, just stay safe okay? And if he hits you, go see his neighbour and call the police," she told me, speaking softly.
I nodded, feeling relaxed to be around my mother again.
"I-I'm sorry..." I suddenly spoke out.
"Hm? What? Sorry for what kiddo?"
"I'm sorry for this.. I'm sorry I was the reason you and dad got divorced.. I'm sorry that I was the mistake.." I murmured.
"Honey no.. you're not a mistake, and you're not at fault for me leaving your father. He hurt you and your sister, and I didn't like that very much. You two will always be my top priority. I love you, okay? You're my everything," my mother comforter me, kissing my head.
Letting tears stream down my face, I bury my head into her chest. I had always been a huge momma's boy,
She held me close, looking at the intern, "Can I please take my son home today? We don't trust his father," she asked.
"Let me go ask the doctor," the intern nodded, knowing how we felt.
"Shawn, if you do get discharged, you need to promise me, the doctor and yourself that you won't do this again, okay?"
I nodded, "Okay."
"Thank you kiddo," she rubbed my back, comfortingly.
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Nothing Lasts Forever
Teen Fiction"No one Kills themselves in Suicide. It's someone else inside of them. They're the ones who controls the razor. They pull the rope over your neck. They pull the trigger, And they swallow the pills. They write your goodbye letter. Because in the end...