That Girl In The Hospital Bed

Unwanted

"Aye, Shane!" I said to my driver. 

"So, where we headed to today?"Shane asked me.

"4145, Maple Street" I told him.

"Alright, what you doing there?" he asked.

"Big party, I guess."

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We arrive to Millie's place. 

I get out of the car, Ally walks up to me. 

"Danny." Ally looks at me giving me a death stare.

"Hey, Ally." 

"God, Danny. Why do sound so upset? You are such a bad party guest. Can't you ever just try to sound happy?" Ally says crossing her arms. "Why don't you just run to the bathroom and try to kill yourself, rather than just telling me what's going on with you."

I grab her hands. "Ally, please. This is not the right time to talk about this." 

She pushes me away. "Well when is the right time Danny?!? You were depressed and suicidal. Yet I never heard a word about it till your mom calls me to tell me you tried to take your own life! I thought we were best friends, but apparently you didn't even care about how upset I'd be if you were dead." She tells me looking angry.

"Ally, I wasn't ready!" 

"Whatever, Danny. No one wants you here just leave!" She yells at me while walking back into the house. Everyone turns towards me looking surprised. They all turn back towards there friends and continue whispering to each other.

This was exactly what I was afraid of. Ally is right everyone does hate me. I run down to the street and go into the corner store. I grab a pack of razors and put them in my pocket. I run into the stores bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. 

"This was a stupid idea. No one likes you. You are garbage and deserve to die, but that can't happen cause your mom and brother have you on such close watch you can barely use the bathroom alone." I whisper to myself while looking in the mirror. "You are pointless, stupid, ugly, and worthless."

I open the pack of razors and grab one of them. I roll up my sleeves revealing the dozens of scars lined down my wrist. I take the razor and put it to my wrist. I cut. Immediately regretting my decision.  I sit down on the bathroom floor. A single tear rolling down my cheek and blood dripping from the open wound on my wrist. 

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror once again. I wipe the tears off my face and try to clean the blood off of my wrist. I clean off the razor and put it back in the pack. 

"All this time in rehab and this is what you come back to..." I mutter to myself "Never again, Danny. Never again."