~*~*~Laina's POV~*~*~
As I sent the nurse away with the note to Charles, I couldn't control the tears anymore. Suddenly something came over me. I don't belong here. All I'm doing is messing up his life.
Next thing I know, I unplug my heart rate monitor. I could no longer stand the thought of being alive and messing up anyone's life; not to mention how at any moment Mom or "Dad" could just come get me and no way am I going back with them.
After the monitor is off, I rip the IVs out of my arms all at once, not even caring. I went over the the red hazmat box on the wall where they put all the dirty needles from previous shots and I grabbed one out. Please...let this work. I closed my eyes and stabbed it into my wrist. I only winced at the pain for a second. I heard running outside my door as I feel in a haze as I felt warm liquid rushing out of my wrist.
I see Charles run in. He must've read the note already. I can no longer hear him and all feeling goes away. The last thing I hear is him screaming. "She need help!" He screams. "Help!"
Help? I don't need help anymore. I've already helped myself.
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Ficțiune adolescențiCompleted. I remember that after all that happened, Mom and I came back to our Wood with the stream one last time. "At least we can still have peace here," Mom had said through tears, but we never came back. I believe it was because it brought back...
