What's this, an actual update?

*gasp*

You guys deserve it for being so patient with my editing and the best readers ever :)

"the doctor is here to see you."

he stayed silent when he heard the nurse, only giving her a brief nod before returning to staring at the cold floor.

he couldn't remember the last time he had spoke or felt any shred of emotion inside of his cold heart, because he felt as though it had stopped beating inside of him.

he didn't want to feel or speak ever again, he didn't want to live or exist, he wanted to go back in time and right his mistakes, but of course that was impossible.

the door opened to reveal the old doctor, who had spectacles perched onto his nose, with pale eyes that seemed to assess him and see inside of him.

he hated the other doctors and nurses that had come to see him, who assumed they knew everything because of their fancy degrees and medical coats, they knew nothing.

this man was clearly no different, and the boy had never felt any reason to respect his elders, so he merely scoffed at the doctor as he approached his bed.

the doctor merely sighed as he sat down in the chair next to him, bowing his head down to look at his legs.

"i know how you feel."

the boy could hardly contain his bitter snort at that, this man, know how he felt? with his fancy medical coat, his parents had clearly had enough money to send him to college, to medical school.

how dare this man even claim to know a fraction of how he felt.

"my daughter...she committed suicide."

the words were strangled and forced out, the old man's voice breaking as he buried his face in his hands, shaking his head a bit.

the boy felt something stir in his heart at those words, there was no faking the pain in that voice. he felt pain of his mother dying all over again, which seemed like it had happened eternities ago when it had barely been a year without her.

they stayed there like that for a while, the two of them just sitting and remembering the pain of old wounds, of suicides that they believed could have been prevented if they had done something differently.

eventually the doctor was summoned by a nurse, to go and take care of another patient, and he never returned. he never came back, and while other doctors came and went, he never forgot that old man.

a few weeks passed, and finally the old doctor came back and sat in that chair, not saying anything, but letting unspoken words speak for him.

the boy had not cried once, but he was fighting it now, fighting to stay strong in front of the man. so in a desperate attempt to keep it inside, he finally spoke to the old doctor, his voice weak and shaking as a single tear made its way down his face.

"i want to go to visit kathleen and my daughter."

Not my best but, I'll edit it XD also it's past midnight and my dad just yelled at me to go to sleep, so I was kind of rushing!

last edited 10/16/17