Author's Note
this chapter is based off of the evanescence song tourniquet...the guy in the chapter is based off a guy i know...i doubt you'll ever read it, but sorry if you do...my apologizes to anyone offended
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I was trying to get rid of the pain. It was the only way I knew how to. But for once it wasn't working. It was only bringing more. As I lay here, I'm pouring out a crimson tidal wave. I feel betrayed, almost, that my once trusty friend isn't taking care of the pain as it usually did. I'm bleeding too heavily, and I realize with shocking clarity: I'm dying.
I wonder if all those years I spent denying the church will have me denied. I wonder if I'm too lost to be saved. The question silently echoes in my head: Am I too lost? I wonder if its too late for help.
I realized I still wasn't sure if I wanted to die or not. A single tear rolled down my cheek. My younger brother walks in. I thought he was with mom. Oh fuck.
"Mom!" he yells it, I'm sure, but I hear it so quietly. It's then I notice my vision going hazy around the edges. But I'm not here anymore....I feel myself floating away, only one demand in my mind.
I wanted my salvation returned to me. I didn't care how. I knew the cut cried for the grave, my soul and mind were with it. But I couldn't go. There was something tying me here that I couldn't let go of. And then everything went black.
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When I woke up, I thought I was dead. Everything was white and sterile. But when I tried to move my arm, the IV drip caught and the events returned to me. I looked down and saw all my work from the past years. All the scars I tried to hide to prevent this from happening. Everything exposed. It didn't feel right.
A kind looking woman came in the door. She was wearing flowery scrubs, the kind pediatricians wear. She started talking in a slow voice like I was mental. I guess in a way, I was. She went on and on, but only the last thing she said stuck in my mind and made sense:.
"You'll be entered into the mental facility as soon as we can guarantee that you're stable."
The words had hit me like a sack of bricks. I can't believe that was only last week. And now I'm in the asylum, a semi-permanent tourniquet around the scar.
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The Suicide Club
General FictionA few different people try to commit suicide, all are 'saved' in one way or another. They are all sent to the same asylum. Most of the chapters with suicides are based off of songs/music videos.
