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Hospital Room 01333

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I remembered the clean air that filled my room. Almost sickening after awhile... The constant sound of high-pitched beeping from the machine that kept me alive. Needles stuck into my arm, full of fluid. I was laying in my hospital bed, almost lifelessly. Watching the clock slowly tick until it reached midnight. I closed my eyes and thought to myself, "Why? The only thing keeping me alive and breathing is an annoying beeping machine. If I can just pull the plug, I could end this agony tonight." I reached for the plug, but it was too far. "I can't take this anymore!" My heart rate increased and a few nurses came in and tried to calm me, they put pills in my water and made my drink it. I felt dizzy and passed out a few minutes later. When I woke up, it felt as if a chainsaw was slicing my open from my stomach to my neck... It seems that I was in surgery again. I couldn't move or speak. I wondered if holding my breath would get their attention. I tried, but it did nothing. I guess I would just have to put up with the horrible pain until the surgery was over... if I could. Somehow I pulled through. I saw stitches on my chest. I probably had another heart failure. Unfortunately, it didn't kill me. I've already lost all my friends and family, so it wouldn't matter if I died. In fact, life would be better without a self pitying brat. I would rather go through chemo than deal with my emotional pain. It would probably feel much better. The fact that my father abandoned me when I was 3 years old eats me alive. Even the mere thought of him chills my blood. He beat me whenever I came over... I recall the bruises and cuts along my back and neck. The bloody welt on my arm. My mother is in an insane asylum due to so much stress from daily life. Suddenly, I felt a jolt of pain go down my spine... it only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed like hours. Weeks go by with no progress towards healing. I guess my time was running out... finally. Quick and painless or slow and painful. Either way would work for me. Personally, I would rather it be slow and painful. I deserve it anyway, after everything I've done. I'm going to hell anyway. If only I could get my backpack with my gun inside... I was able to reach it surprisingly. I opened it up and grabbed the gun. I positioned to my jaw line. One final shot. One fatal shot. But, would I have the guts to do it...?
I wrote this in class today. This never really happened to me, except the father part.
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NekoMel-chan's avatar
geez, that would totally suck! Oh, and I'm giving you an over the internet hug about the father thing *hug*