Unfathomable

Falling

TRIGGER WARNING

She had slipped into the comfort of darkness. New tears fell upon her black clothing that her mother had always disapproved of. She had fought with her after coming home with bags full of gothic attire that should have stayed dead in the 90's. 

But she let her daughter keep the clothes because she didn't need another reason to be heated by her teenage girl who was obviously just going through a phase. Realizing for the first time that what her daughter was becoming had come about three years ago when she had seen her pale arms covered in fresh cuts. 

She didn't know how to help her 14 year old girl and when she tried to bring it up she got shut out. Finally after fearing for her young girls life she sent her to Taylorsville psychiatric hospital. She came back different, better but different. She wouldn't speak and didn't want to be touched. She flinched whenever anyone went near hear and uttered things under her breath that only God could hear. She never told her mother what went on at the hospital and she planned to keep it that way. She knew that her daughter had gone through a traumatic experience and decided to let her adjust on her own. After a couple moths back at home she became her normal self again. Happy.

At least that's what her mother thought, little did she know that her daughter was now lying slumped on the floor with a razor in her hand and darkness pooling around her. Fresh sobs filled the room and the empty house that hasn't had real joy in its walls for years. Scrambling in her pocket she pulled out her old shattered cell phone and dialed the number that everyone fears of contacting. She was answered by a girl who sounded more like a man and was asked what her emergency was.

"Blood."
"Is someone hurt? Do you need medical assistance?" The gruff voice asked the frantic woman through the phone.
"Help... Please... My daughter... There's so much blood." She was able to choke out through bursts of tears. By this point the dispatcher had already gotten the signal from the woman's phone, sent for the emergency response team and they were already enroute. 

"Okay ma'am stay on the line with me until the medics arrive. Where is the wound? Can you find it?"

"Yes it's on her wrist it's bad." She was able to tumble out a full sentence. The dispatcher instructed her to put pressure on the wound and wrap it to keep it elevated to try and prevent more blood loss. She watched as thick blood ran down her daughter's hand and over her fingers. She lifted Rileys limp hand and watched as the blood made trails down her arm, crossing and running into each other like a sick painting by some twisted mind.

As her mother cried for her baby who had cut too deep for the last time police came into the unlocked house and rushed upstairs into the small bedroom which looked as if a grizzly murder scene had taken place. 
A mother holding a child who appeared unconscious and a phone she used to call the authorities minutes before. The mother wasn't very cooperative and mumbled under her voice as if she was a drunkard rambling on about god knows what. The police escorted her out of the room just as the ambulance came around the corner. The officers were able to get a name out of her but that was all.

"Venessa" she whispered through her bitten lips.

"My name is Venessa Haven, and that was my daughter."

         Two paramedics came through holding black medical bags who have seen this situation dozens of times. They came in and applied pressure on the feeble girl's arm and tried to stop the bleeding. The other put a bag valve mask over her pale lips and began inflating her lungs with much-needed air. The oxygen supply began to flow towards her brain and her cognitive functions came back to life. She opened her eyes and saw two blurry figures standing over her. She could feel something covering her mouth and forcing air into her lungs. She realized what was happening and a mountain of emotions came into view, emberassent, guilt, and shame but one thing overcame the others. 

She had failed.

Her world had slipped back into darkness as the paramedics placed her upon the stretcher and carried her down the stairs and out of the house with distant bloodstained memories they would never know.