Tw: depression, attempted suicide
Nejis pov
I woke up in a hospital bed. It wasn't something I wasn't used to. This is the sixth time I've attempted suicide. At this point the hospital had become my second home.
I've tried to kill myself in many ways. Drowning, jumping out my window, bashing my head against a wall but my most handy way to end my life is to slit my wrists.
I'm a cutter so I have no problem slitting my wrists. I don't even hesitate. It's kinda scary. Unfortunately my suicide attempts never seem to work.
Everything I wake up in that hospital bed I'm reminded of what a failure I am. Makes me want to end my life faster.
I stood up on shaky legs and pulled out the blood pump from my arm. The last thing I want is to see those pity filled faces of my family. I hate knowing how much I'm hurting them. It makes me feel so selfish..
No I am selfish!
I ran out of my room. Well more like stumbled. My head feeling pretty light from the blood loss. Luckily there was no nurses protrolling the halls so I could walk around freely. I kept running until-
"oh for goodness sake. Neji has escaped again" I heard one of the nurses yelled. I'm such a bother to everyone. I don't know why they bother saving me time and time again.
I backed into a corner nervously. I need somewhere to hide!
