"Go ahead, Harry, tell me what happened that night" Dr. Smith tells me in a calm soothing voice.
I stare at the white boring celling and take a deep breathe, "I went out of control..." I begin.
I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from my back pack and began to cry. My hand was shaky as I began to write what I have always wanted to scream.
"I needed someone, just like everybody else."
I fisted my hair in frustration and closed my eyes shut.
I took a deep breath and poured the whole bottle of pills into my hand.
I'm fucking insane.
I swallow the pills and lay on the cold bathroom floor.
I felt empty. The darkness had swallowed me whole and there was no way out.
After a few moments I felt my throat tighten, as if I was being chocked.
My vision was blurry from my tears and I struggled to breathe.
I closed my eyes and heard a voice far away...it was screaming my name, it was like I was there but I wasn't.
*end flash back*
"...and that's all I remember... Next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed" I tell him.
"Your mother said you started to cry after a couple of minutes of waking up...what happened?" He asked.
"I cried because I lived."
"You know Harry... Some people can't see that they are loved... They can't see that they are needed but they have no idea of the happiness they bring to others." I nod.
Dr. Smith takes a deep breath and stands up, "I'll see you soon, Harry ... Take care" he walks out the room and I am left alone in the room for a couple of minutes.
Two of the staff come in and I stand up, putting my hands in front of me so they could cuff my hands.
I am led to the hallway and I try to ignore the people looking through their window, they were whispering and talking to themselves, some were scratching their own skin to feel something but emptiness, I look straight ahead not wanting to make eye contact with any one.
It was my second week here and I wanted to leave. I am scared of everyone here.
I stood In front of my door and waited for one of the staff to unlock the door.
They took the cuffs off my hands and I walked inside.
The hole room was white. So boring and some of the paint was coming off. Even the bed was white.
I sat on the bed and stared at nothing.
I needed a distraction.
(A/N: Please comment and tell me what you think. Is it interesting? Should I keep writing?)