A second chance

I'm better than this

          In the distance, I see a blurry figure. They are smiling. The strange figure in the shape of a person then walks up to me. I look around. All I see is white. Where am I? I'm not somewhere but I'm also not nowhere. I look down on the colorless ground I'm sitting on. Everythings still. There's no movement besides the ominous figure moving towards me. The figure puts their hand out to help me off the ground. Should I grab its hand? The figure smiles a very familiar smile. Staring at the figure and its welcoming smile I hesitate. I shake my head declining the offer. The blurry figure waves goodbye as it slowly fades away. The white room then also fades to black.

          I hear unfamiliar voices and the walking and running of other people. I half-open my eyes to see a clean room decorated with white furniture such as a white chair and curtains. I feel a strong pain in my side.

           "She's awake." I hear an unfamiliar voice whisper. "Go tell the office to call her mother." I hear someone then open the door and leave

      Half conscious I try to sit up from the bed I'm laying in.

        "Where am I ?" I mutter looking around.

          "Lexie, You're at Silver Lake Hospital. They tell me. "I am your nurse Miss Cherry, When I'm not here just press the button on the table next to you and I'll come as fast as possible." The hospital, why am I at the hospital. I try to remember what caused me to be here regaining only some memory of the event that happened earlier today.

        "You were found unconscious on the floor in your room with two cuts in your side," The nurse explains. "You lost about two and a half liters of blood."

         Just then the door opens and my mom runs in oddly she was happy to see that I'm okay. She then wraps her arms around me. I feel her tears falling onto my back. Full of shock from her response to me being awake I return the hug.

          "I'm so sorry." She sobs. "This is all my fault." It is her fault, but it's also mine. I was acting like an Idiot.

              "You'll need to stay in the hospital for around ten days." The nurse announces. "Before being able to go home again." Ten days, that seems like so long. My mom then breaks the hug and hands me my phone.

          "It's been going off all night." My mom laughs "I think others wanted to make sure you were ok as well." I grab my phone and look at all the notifications. I have many notifications from various social media apps such as Instagram and Snapchat. I've never posted on any of these apps but when I open the apps I see many posts with my name on it and wishing that I survive. I look at the post and at the comments. I see posts, comments, and DMs from my classmates, my teachers, Anna, Jamie, Mia, and Jaiden. My eyes start to tear up at all the messages.

      I put my phone down on the table next to the hospital bed.

           "I'm sorry." I cry tears flowing from my eyes unable to contain them."I'm sorry, I for everything." I bury my head in my hands as I cry. My mother comes and gives me one last hug before she has to go.

        Now I'm on my own. I pick up my phone and look at a text from Jaiden.

      Lexie, I hope you're reading this. Just wanted to wish for you to get better. I'm guessing you won't be able to go to the movies on Sunday. We can go whenever you're able to. I'm going to stop texting. You're gonna need to rest after running through my mind all night.

       I blush and put my phone down. I accidentally bump my elbow into my side sending a sharp pain around where my cut is. I look at my side to see it wrapped in bandages. What have I done? I messed up so badly. Now I'm stuck in the hospital for ten days. I grab my phone again and reply to Jaiden's text.

        Jaiden Thanks for worrying about me, but there is no reason to anymore. I'm completely fine.

          At least I think I'm fine. I sent the text. What time is it? I wonder. I look at my phone. It's 3:30 AM Jaidens probably asleep. I look through Instagram. There I find some post from Anna explaining how everything is her fault and her apologizing. This isn't her fault though. Maybe she wasn't the nicest. I wasn't the nicest when she apologized last time. I'm pretty sure she was just peer pressured into saying what she said.

           I reply to many of the posts, comments, and texts that have been sent to me. Each one makes me feel better about myself. Every once in awhile I'd find someone acting like a jerk. Saying how I am better off dead but I'm not going to let them bring me down. I'm done with this stupid depression. I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm better than this.