On My Own. ([ SLOW UPDATES])

On My Own. Chap. 3.

I already knew why Felix was being ‘caring.’ 

He pities me.

And he doesn’t want me to tell peeps bout him almost killing me.

Yeah.

Almost KILLING me.

If you didn’t notice, killing is a bad thing!

And yeah.

Critically inclined, meaning- I can’t access my left leg properly, is a VERY bad thing.

I moaned in pain as the doctor poked my leg for the third time in less than a minute.

A freakin minute?

Damm.

Is he retarded?

Or on crack?

Hmm..

I could go for some right now…

Naw.

I need to get this pain away from my leg…

After some nurse shooed him out of my hair, I reached into my book-bag, which- Felix brought in.

I dug into my front pouch for my knife.

Well, I found it.

I opened the blade and I unbuttoned my stupid hospital dress up a tad…

The blade felt so good against my hip!

I sighed in content.

I forgot about where I was.

About Felix.

About my parents.

About my friends.

About my nothing.

Nothing.

The word rang in my head like yelling in the Grand Canyon.

Nothing.

The cool blade sliced my skin harder as I applied more force.

Tears formed but I blinked them away.

I groaned as the blood seeped down my side.

I gasped as the blade hit something that cause a lot of pain.

Then, after a second- I started laughing.

It felt so.. Calming.

After laying there cutting for like a half hour I looked at my art-piece.

Fuck My Life, my hip said.

My art was amazing.

I loved it.

I smiled.

Hmm.

Something’s weird.

Nobody’s checked on me in a half hour.

Aren’t I on like some concussion watch?

What the hell?

Random.

Woah.

What’s up?

My world feels.. Spiny.

Why?

Wait!

No!

“Haha!” I laughed as the spinning decreased and left me on the hospital bed.