A short story about a girl who was being abused by her boyfriend and her possible road to recovery.

(a/n**** not a true story!)


3. Done


When they found me, it was already too late. I had swallowed all of the pills. It felt nice. I was laying in my bed and I could finally dream. I dreamt about before. I was happy. I was my old self. I was free, but then something happened. I could feel again. I felt the coldness around me. I heard the beeps of a monitor. It matched my heart beat. They brought me back. I didn’t want to come back! I just wanted to dream and finally be free!

I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. It was dark, but I could faintly see a body sitting in the chair beside my bed. They were leaning over on the hospital bed most likely asleep. I looked down and saw that they were holding my hand. I still felt horrible from probably having my stomach pumped, but that little gesture took some of the pain away.

The person shifted and I could see their face clearly. It was Jonah. My best friend, Jonah. Why is he here? I shut him out completely a few months ago when we were “caught cheating”. I cut all ties with him. Why would he be here? For me?

The heart monitor started to speed up and started to get louder as the seconds went by. I never took my eyes off of Jonah, once. When he finally woke up, it had only been a few minutes since I had woken up. He looked up to me and gave me that award winning smile of his. He sat up and fixed his messy hair. I studied him for a bit and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Just like mine. His eyes were black pools of nothing. He was just like me.

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