'It was over..'

As cold blood seeps into the rain gutter, and the faint, colourless tears of the sky trickle down my face, I thought to myself,

'Would I ever have the chance at life again..?'

Of course, I knew the answer to this was negative.

I couldn't hear anything. I was truly destined to be alone, even during my last moments..

'If only I could get to see him one more time..'

Hell. Will it be nice? Heh, I'm not sure, but I'm fully prepared to wind up there. I don't deserve to go to heaven.

I cough.

'Would have things been different if I apologised..?'

Things began to darken, my eyelids falling ever so naturally. My surroundings, the bloody rain gutter, the depressing dark void of clouds, the wet, red tinted road, and of course, my now shattered picture frame started to fade away.

'Farewell..'

..

Laughter, jeers, screaming, yelling.

Kicking, punching, pushing, teasing.

Torture, abuse, depression, anxiety.

Pitiful streams of salt water dripping from my face.

When will it stop..?

Cut marks, hang marks, scratches, pills.

Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, vapes.

I was just 15.

How do I stop..?

Then, I met you.

My pride, my life, my joy.

You made me smile.

We shared our happiness and cries. Always there for each other.

Where did everything go wrong..? If only I had one more chance.. Just once, I'd try to make things better.

'Ah.. The picture frame.. What was on it again..?'

The short summary of my life dissipated.

'No, this can't be right.. What was on that picture frame.. Why can't I remember..'

..

My eyes shoot open.

White ceiling, white curtains.. Where am I..?

My attempt to sit up was futile, there wasn't a single drop of energy in my body. There was something on my arm. An IV drip..?

Is this the hospital?