I woke up to see the white-colored room and the smell of alcohol; I then realized I am in a hospital. Thoughts flooded back why I was strapped at this place right now. The doctor came and broke my notions. After checking on me, he then read one by one, the different pills I drank, the reason I’m here. I then understood that it was my 7th day in the hospital bed because of attempted self-poisoning.
Good thing someone found you before any of those drugs took effect on your body.
Whatever.
Ugh. Why shouldn’t I have died anyway?
Ever since the death of my mother years ago, my life is meaningless. The gleeful, outgoing, and cheery Cassidy transformed into a miserable, melancholic, and depressed person. I hated everything in this world now. I even hate myself why I’m still alive. It wasn’t the first time I did those things.
Dad went to the hospital that day to take me home. Home? I don’t even have that now. A year after mom’s death, Dad met this new woman – Ingrid. They’re even planning for a wedding to be held next year. She took Dad away from me. She even lives at OUR house now. She took everything. And now, I don’t have any one. I’m all alone.
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