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Hey ... this is just a random idea I ha. I tried my hardest, so please be nice.

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Beep … beep … beep …

I groaned and rolled over. Stupid alarm, I thought bitterly. I opened my eyes and then squinted in the bright white light. I raised my arm to shield my eyes. Why the fuck are my curtains open? I thought bitterly. This is just what I need, a rude awakening by my stupid mother. Can’t she just leave me alone and let me get up on time? Why is my alarm going anyways, isn’t it Saturday? I opened my eyes fully. My arm was bandaged with a clear little tube going underneath. What the fuck? I thought. I put my arm down and looked around. There were white walls and big windows, showing the city. There were four people sitting on some chairs in front of the big window. The first girl had honey coloured, dead straight, layered hair and big blue eyes. Her pink lips stretched into a smile when she saw me look at her. Black make up had run down her cheeks and her eyes were red as if she’d been crying.

“Chase,” she said, my name mixed with a sigh of relief. Her voice was like honey. It made me want to get up and hug her. I had questions, but not for her. The girl next to her had a small frame, black hair, cut short, with pink highlights in it. She had her eyes closed and she was holding hands with a guy with short, black, messy hair. He had his eyes closed too. Next to him there was a woman that looked totally out of place among the other adolescents. She was sleeping too, and she was wearing natural make up, which set her apart from the teenagers in itself, and she was wearing a woman’s work suit. Her hair was loose and long, light brown with blond highlights.

“Mom,” I said. She jerked upright, her eyes flying open, to reveal warm brown eyes, pink with crying. Her mouth stretched into a tight smile.

“Chase,” She said, like the small blond girl, only she said it in a motherly way. “Oh my God, I never thought … well, that doesn’t matter.” She ran the palms of her hands over her hair, as if to tame it. It looked fraught and frizzy due to too much touching.

“Mom, what happened?” I asked. She looked down at the teenagers.

“Well … I’ll let your friends tell you, I have to meet with the doctor,” She said. I nodded. Damn, I thought. I couldn’t remember any names, other than my mother, and that wasn’t really her name. I turned to look at my friends, or so mom said.

“So …” I said, picking on the blanket. “Uh, what happened?” I asked. The boy and other girl were awake now, and all three of them exchanged nervous glances.

“Well … Chase, you tired to kill yourself,” Said the small, black-haired girl. As soon as she said this, a cloud of now well-remembered depression settled over me.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t succeed then?” I asked rhetorically, my voice flat, even to me.

“Oh, Chase, don’t be like that again!” The black-haired girl cried. I suddenly remembered her name, Diamond.

“Diamond,” I said. She smiled.

“I could see that you were struggling,” she said. I laughed, the depression lifting. It was mainly guilt. I turned to look at my right arm, and then began to pull off the bandage.

“Am I still bleeding?” I asked. The boy shook his head. Aaron. That was his name.

“Sic,” I said, and resumed pulling off the bandage. Once it was all off I gasped. There were no words there, just lots of thick, deep red lines.

“It’s pretty gruesome, right?” Aaron said.

“Wow, what happened?” I asked. I couldn’t remember a thing.

“Well, you were at my place, like you usually are, and you went into the bathroom, looking real down, and then you didn’t come out for forever, and so I decided to go check on you, and the door was locked, so I had to smash through. You were lying in the floor with a bottle of vodka, a packet of pills, not enough to kill you, mate, you need fifty, at least, and you were in a pool of your own blood. So I ran out and called an ambulance. God, I was lucky I got there when I did, you had lost a lot of blood, you had passed out by the time I got there,” he said. I remembered it all now, the smell of the blood, the taste of the vodka, the blood running down my hands, and me thinking, just a bit longer, and I’ll be all fine. “And I, uh, gave you a blood donation, dude, hope you don’t mind,” he said.

“We all did,” said the blond girl. She got up and came to stand by my bed. Her hands went about putting the bandage back on my arm. “You need to keep this on, ok? We’ve told them that they can put one of those satellite dishes on your neck if they have to,” she said, smiling sweetly.

“Ok,” I said.

“What?” Aaron and Diamond said.

“I was talking to … hey, what is your name?” I asked her.

“Michelle,”

“I was talking to Michelle,” I said.

“Who’s Michelle?” Diamond asked.

“I don’t know, actually. Who are you?” I asked her. She just smiled.

“She won’t tell me,”

“Chase, what are you talking about?” Aaron said.

“Yeah, we don’t know a Michelle, we’re the only ones here,” Diamond said.

“You mean to say … you can’t see her?” I asked. They shook their heads. “But, she just did up my bandages!” I cried.

“Chase, they’re still open, look!” Diamond said, standing up and pointing. I gasped when I saw that she was right.

“Could – could you do them for me?” I said, my voice shaking. Diamond looked at me with worry and got up to do my bandages.

“Maybe you should sleep again, you’re obviously tired.” Michelle was sitting back in her seat. I blinked and then she was gone.

“Whoa … yeah, maybe I should,” I said. Diamond looked relieved that I was being reasonable. I lay down on my pillow and sleep took me once again.