Free Bird

A couple days later I was released from the one place I was safe. The one place where people cared about me. Now that I was released, my next problem was the fact that I had to walk the 12 miles to my house because my so-called father didn't know I was in the hospital so he couldn't come pick me up to return me to hell. It's not like her would've been sober enough to drive anyway without sending us both back to the hospital. My stomach was still bruised so every step was absolutely agonizing. But I loved the smell of fresh air and the walk gave me time to think about what the nurse had said to me...
"Your stomach has been internally bruised, but it should heal in about two weeks, but until that time you will be in a great deal of pain. You had a mild concussion, you're actually very lucky because you should be in a coma. And finally, as you can tell your left eye is permanently damaged and you will no longer be able to use it. Your right eye lost 15% of its function and it will continue to lose function until you are completely blind, we estimate around the age of forty." She said this all with glossy eyes, I knew she felt sorry for me, most people did, but I'm sick of the pity, sick of always being looked down on, so I told her I wanted to be left alone, and with that she had walked out of my room.

Back in the present day,I feel tears build up in my own eyes as I continue on my journey back to hell. As I'm walking I see an empty pop can in the road, I decided to take the tab off and wash it off with the bottle of water the nurse gave me before I had left the hospital. I hobbled myself over to a bench on the side of the road and played with the pop tab in my hands, while thoughts swirled around in my head like a tornado. I put the cold, damp metal to my wrist, but then realized all the people walking by and decide that this is not the best place. So I put my little tool in my pocket and walked on. I decided to take a detour to the cemetery and find Jessica's tombstone. I sat down next to her and begin talking...
"I wish you were here sissy. Life was so much better before you left, not that our lives were great or anything, but at least I had someone to talk to. Why'd you have to get in that stupid car that night? WHY?!?!" I began to sob uncontrollably, which didn't help the pain in my stomach but I didn't care. I pulled the pop tab out of my pocket and put the metal to my skin. I watched the crimson red blood drip down my wrists, and I waited, and waited, until my whole word had turned pitch black.

Notes

Sorry for the self harm portion.