Lost...

Chapter #3

"I'm cold," I say in a quiet mumble.

I haven't realized that my family isn't with me anymore. I'm alone, completely alone. I'm in a dark room, with one window, and a bathroom. I wasn't in a hospital room I was in a psychiatric ward.

I sit up and look around when I realize what has happened. The room starts spinning I can't believe that I woke up, I never wanted to see the world again realizing this I start crying.

It was Thursday and I attempted on a Tuesday. That means that I had slept for 2 days. My room has a little desk and a twin sized bed. There is nothing I could hurt herself with which makes me even more sad. After looking around the room I get up and slowly walk into the bathroom. I slowly drag my index and middle finger through my messy dark brown hair while admiring myself in the little mirror. I start sobbing in my lifeless, dark bathroom. I see myself as a fat hideous troll. I shrink down onto the floor and I move my body into the corner where I curl up in a ball. I never wanted to wake up I wanted everything to stop. Now when I go back to school everyone will be even worse to me when they find out I tried to kill myself. My thoughts are racing when all of a sudden I hear:

"Violet, it's time to talk with a doctor that wants to help you," this young nurse says with caring, gentle eyes.

I yell at the top of my lungs "No! I don't want or need help. What I need is to be dead!'

"Violet, calm down sweetie it will all be ok just come with me. I know you're scared but you need to trust me." The nurse says

"Fine." I say