I wake up in a white room. My arms are tied down across my waist. I see nothing but white, a soft floor and walls. Where is everyone? What happened?
Then it hits me, like a bullet in the chest. I failed. Again. I failed again. And now I'm in a padded cell.
"LET ME OUT. LET ME GO. PLEASE. JUST LET ME GO. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE THIS. WHY?? WHY AM I STILL HERE?? I'M DONE. THATS WHY I TRIED. I'M DONE. I'M DONE." I shriek at the top of my lungs, my body shakes, and my lungs burn as I continue to scream and scream and scream, until my voice is gone. My throat throbs, and I break down. The tears start to fall, and don't stop. I fall to the floor, and curl up, my body racked with sobs and screams and waves of pain. It hurts. Not my body this time, but my pride.
I stay there for I don't know how long, a mess in a straight jacket, I cry until I start heaving up blood, my lungs on fire and my throat as dry as sand with nothing but red falling onto the white floor. But I don't care. I'm done.
Just as I give up, and the tears run out, I see two nurses rush into my room. Their faces are a blur. My body fails me, and I shut down again.
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Mr Lester
Fanfiction***TRIGGER WARNING-Themes of depression, self harm*** Dan starts a new school where Mr Lester is his English teacher, but they can't help but fall for each other. Will anyone find out?
