She was walking home from school. God did she hate school. Why is school even so important? It's not like anyone took the time to learn anything. All anyone cared about was how they look and who Johnny was dating and who was having a party that weekend. She was tired of the looks she got. She was tired of eating lunch, alone. Not that she even ate, but it would be nice to have somebody. She walks past her neighbors fence and into her own house. God how she hated being home. Her parents always asking what's wrong. Always poking around where their nose didn't belong. All she wanted was to be alone.

"Hey sweetie, how was school?" Her mom bombards her as soon as she hears the front door creak open.

"Great, mom. Like always." She replies heavily and walks toward the stairs leading to her room.

"Daylia, are you hungry, dear? I've made some snacks."

"No." she slams her door and locks it.

She slings her book bag next to the door and walks to her bed. She sits down, pulls open the drawer on her bedside table and takes out the pills. They numb the pain, so she would take an extra dose today. She opens the bottle and spills out 5. She swallows them one by one. She then proceeds to take out the razor blade, her only friend. She strips down to her undergarments and stands in front of her full body mirror, she looks absolutely disgusting. She pinches her fat and stares at it. How could she be so fat and ugly? Why her? She begins to cry. Then she takes the razor and cuts her left thigh, the scars were starting to fade, better to start there. She makes multiple X's over here thighs, they were so fat. She hated how completely unsatisfied she was with her body. But, the weight would be gone soon. She'd been starving herself for about a month now. Only having a cracker and a sip of water in the mornings and eventually purging because of how guilty it made her feel.

She cuts her stomach, next. leaving little incisions everywhere she felt was too big. Then, she moves to her arms, they were huge. She cut them more intensely than the other problems areas. She shivers at the feeling of the blade piercing her skin. This was home to her. She wipes her blade on a wash cloth hanging from the knob on her bedside table and puts the blade away. She walks into her bathroom and starts the bath. She steps in, lays down and waits for it to fill. She lays there thinking about how easily it would be the just end it. End everything. But, for some reason, she can't bring herself to do it, no matter how bad she wants to.

She cuts off the water when the tub is almost filled. She lays there and closes her eyes. Her pills are numbing her. She's starting to fall asleep. When she gets into her sleep, it will take more than a little water in her lungs to wake her up. She's slipping into darkness... and into the bath water. She doesn't realize that she's about to drown.





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She flutters her eyes open. She sees nothing but white. Where is she? She doesn't remember anything except getting into the tub...

"Daylia?! Are you awake? Oh, sweetie!" Her mom dramatically throws herself onto Daylia.

"What.. happened?" Daylia says. She's so confused. Why is her mom hysterical?

"Sweetie, you're in the hospital. Oh God, I thought we'd lost you. I went up to your room to check on you, but the door was locked. So, I went and got the key, came back up stairs to open your door and I walked into your bathroom and you were underwater in your tub and you had cuts all over you and you were so pale, almost blue. I'm so glad you're okay, baby." Her mom kisses her forehead.

How could this have happened? She honestly wished she hadn't woken up. She closes her eyes and pleads in her head, "God, if you are real, please just take me. I don't want to live."

The doctor steps in and checks her IV. She hadn't even realized she had an IV plugged into her hand. She also didn't notice the breathing tubes in her nose. She was so cold, she just wanted to go home and go to bed.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're awake!" The doctor walks over to the other side of the bed and smiles at her. Why was he smiling? There was nothing happy about this situation.

She glanced away and looked at the TV.

He pulls up a chair and looks concerned, "Daylia, I'm going to assign you to therapy sessions, don't worry, she's one of the finest in the state. She'll be coming to visit you during school hours twice a week, and you'll be meeting at her office the other 5 days. I'm also going to put you on medication for your depression."

"Medication? Excuse me, sir, but I'm already on medication for my depression. Thanks anyway. Can I go home now?"

"Your medication is not performing the way it's suppose to, so we're prescribing you something different. Hopefully it'll help. And as far as going home, I'm afraid you can't do that. You're going to have to stay here and be under our care for the night, at least."





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Daylia wakes up and it's night time now. She's awake, but she doesn't feel fully here. She feels... weird. Like, she's in a daze or something. Must be the medicine. She hated hospitals. Why didn't they just put her in the loon house and get it over with. She just wanted to go home.

The nurse comes in and smiles, "Well, hi. It's nice to see you're finally awake."

She takes a needle and slowly insert the liquid into my IV tube. Then, proceeds to slow the drip of the IV.

"W-what is that? Is it going to make me go to sleep?", Daylia stuttered.

The nurse pats her head, "It'll all be over soon, sweetie."

The nurse then turns on her heel and walks, almost skips, out of the room.