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For those of you who don't know, this is a continuation of a story I wrote in my journal, to read it, check out these links.
Subchapter 1
Subchapter 2
subchapter 3
Subchapter 4
All that existed was the ceiling; the cold, foreign, ceiling.
No, there were lights, blinding, cold lights.
I was in a room, an unfamiliar room filled with unfamiliar objects. White covered this room. Where was this, a hospital? But, how... and why? Then it hit me like frigid bullet that passed through my chest. I sat up only to be forced back down by the throbbing pain of my chest wound.
A nurse came through the door.
"Is everything okay," she asked as she turned towards a monitor. "You need not force yourself. With that chest wound, you'll be in a world of pain if you move too much."
She looked... just like... her. At that moment, a wave of saddness and concern swept over my body. I suddenly remembered what I had done, but if I survived, could it be possible that she did?
"Wh...where is she?"
The nurse turned away from the monitor and focused on me with a serious look. "There was one female victim that came in with you," she said, "she didn't make it."
With those words, my heart dropped. Why did it have to be this way? How is it that I survived? What did I have to live for? As these questions plagued my mind, my eyes welled up with tears.
"I... I... I just wanted to end it," I forced out through my emotions. "Why am I still alive?" I turned my head to the nurse who stood across the room. "Life's a b***h, ain't it? It's a lottery of life and death, completely out of your control."
The nurse glanced at me with a disappointed look.
"I don't know what happened to you, or why you tried to shoot yourself," the nurse scolded, "but I know that you are lucky to be alive. Suicide is not the answer, no matter what the sin."
With that, the nurse left the room.
 haruki_jitsunin · Thu Dec 21, 2006 @ 08:58am · 4 Comments |
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