I opened my eyes and groan at the intense pain on my wrist, I slowly sat up, bringing my wrist to view, I had a bandage around my wrist and instead of my hood I was in a grey T-shirt. I sigh nervously, Charlie probably saw everything and he will be asking for explanation.
"How do you feel?" Margaret walked in.
Damn she too, I groan.
"You almost died you know," she handed me a cup and some pills.
I gladly refused, I didn't want to get better, I wanted to die!
"You're awake," Charlie walked in not in the best of mode, he looked really really upset.
My heart tingled at his glare and my gaze lowered to the floor.
"Why Alexander? Why doing this to yourself! How long now?!" He half yelled.
I shrugged.
"Don't you give me that! First you'll take the pills, before saying anything!"
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