My Tortured Soul

Chapter 5 - Bloody Lunch

I don't want to be here. I think I've made that abundantly clear. I'm done with this farce. I smuggled a knife out of cooking therapy.

(I swear they put the word therapy after anything just so they can bill the insurance. I'm surprised meals aren't called food therapy.)

I got the knife out after they counted all the utensils so they wouldn't notice it was gone. It's the sharpest one too. Everyone has left for lunch. I go to the bathing room and get in the bathtub. I start the water so the blood doesn't clot. Two cuts and I'm gone. I cut my femoral artery in my thigh. I cut the carotid artery in my neck. I lay down in the tub. Very thoughtful of me to make clean up so easy. I'm tired. It's hard to hold my eyes open. I start to sink under the water. When my nose goes under my eyes close and I'm gone.

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….. beep….. beep….. beep….. beep….. beep

ARE…. beep. YOU…..beep f*****g…..beep KIDDING…..beep ME…..beep WITH…..beep THIS…..beep s**t!

I'm not here. This is a dream. This is a joke. This can't be happening. I can't be alive right now. I open my eyes and see the kind face of a nurse. "How are you feeling sweetie, you gave everyone quite the scare!"

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" I ask.

"You tried to kill yourself. You did a good job at it too. When the staff noticed you weren't there for lunch someone went back to get you. They found you with your face underwater. No bubbles were coming out of your nose. The water was so bloody it was hard to see you. You had no heartbeat and you weren't breathing. The doctor pronounced you dead. You went for an autopsy. When the coroner cut into you, you said ouch and slapped his hand away. He got so scared he stabbed you with a scalpel. Apparently you scared him before. You had bled out and drowned. We had to suction out your lungs and give you a blood transfusion. You were stitched up and needed over 500 stitches inside and out. It's a miracle you're alive."

"Yeah. A f*****g miracle."