Felix's POV
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Face down on a bed I use to find comfort in, now seemingly a place of disappointment.

Doors slam.

Silence echos through the house as the presence disapates. The only sounds were my thoughts that seemingly never ended. Why would someone I use to love do such a thing?

I try to lift myself from the bed.

Pain.

I could barely move, my naked body ached horrendously.

My tear stained face still down against the bed.

Why does this always happen to me?

I'm worthless.

Useless.

No one loves me.

I hate myself, just like everyone else.

My life has no meaning.

I force myself to stand up, ignoring ever fiber of my being telling me to stay down.

I stand slowly.

I clench my fists in pain and grind my teeth.

Not moments later I fall down on the floor.

I crawl slowly towards the bathroom.

I grab the cold sink, reaching for the pills left next to the tap.

I managed to stand up long enough to look at myself in the mirror.

I feel cold, broken inside.

I feel useless.

I am useless.

I turn the tap on and pour the pills on my hand, using the bottle for a cup.

I throw my head back as the pills enter my mouth.

I swallow.

They rip down my throat.

I quickly drink the water in the bottle then lean my head down to drink from the cold tap.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Gulp.

I lay down on the floor crying.

I fall on my side as I hear a door open.

"Felix!!" My sister yells as she enters the house.

Her footsteps rush towards the bathroom.

My vision fading.

Knock knock knock.

Silence.

Knock knock knock.

"Felix!?" A rushed voice echos.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Silence.

"Felix I'm coming in!" Her voice sounds broken.

Bang.

The door flies open.

"Felix!! I'm calling 911!!" She says before rushing out.

"Yes, I need an ambulance here now! My brother is trying to kill himself!"

Alarms, sirens, darkness.

Footsteps, yelling, crying.

Pain, ache, regret.

Sorrow, tearful, panic.

I'm rushed to the ambulance as the air is forced in my lungs, my heart is forced to pump.

Medics rush to get the pills out of my system.

Light, doors, voices.

Machines, needles, fluids.

Injections, masks, blood.

Lots of blood.

Air forced in my lungs, ripping into me.

Eyes open.

Blinding light.

I'm still....

I'm still alive.

(A/N)

I'm a lazy human being. I'm sorry for being a lazy human.