iheartstories
Of the many summers of my lifetime, it had to be the one after my graduation from the hell people call High School to have me reach my breaking point; my mother says she found me on the bathroom floor of our house, back in Bellscreek, Ohio, bleeding from an open gash in my left wrist. If it wouldn't have been for that event, I'd still be stuck in such a small town with nothing but my neighbors bullying me about my scumbag of a father's past life; right before he divorced my mother. And now here we are: me, stuck in a white prison cell with only one friendly visitor a day by my nurse, Dawn; and mom, having to pass the next month or so stuck in such a dreadful place, known as the Memorial Hermann hospital. However, Dawn says this summer might just be my point of salvation as, according to her, something good will happen to me. I wish I knew what she meant because, at this point of my life, an answer or just a small smile from a stranger, is all I need to get rid of this hole I've been living under for the past eighteen years of my life.