The Suicidal Asylum

Chapter 1

Dean:

Sitting on the cold tiled floor with a small pool of blood by my feet, looking in the mirror all I saw was a stranger staring back at me.

The small silver blade ran across my skin slowly, I felt nothing, no pain, just numb from everything. Watching the blood drip on the tiled floor, it was a nice dark red that was dripping from my arms, hips, legs.

Standing up carefully walking for the small bathroom to the white lonely room where I fall asleep, falling face first on the bed laying down waiting to either fall apart or fall asleep.

I woke up with the stained white curtains being opened, making the sun shine through the window there was dried blood on my bed sheets. The nurse who was waking me up had noticed it, she just looked at me with a pained look on her face.

"Come on let's clean you up," another nurse had came in the room, pulling me out of bed to the bathroom where the shower was, it was also a bath so that's what they were getting me ready for.

They both got me out my clothes, stepping into the bath, the water was nice and relaxing, I sighed slowly as they looked around the bathroom for the small silver blade I used to cut.

Sitting in the warm water they had helped me clean myself, the blood off my arms and legs, I was getting sleepy from the water so the two nurses had to finish washing my body.

They got me out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, getting me into my plain white clothes to leave me alone again.

I don't like being alone...