“Mi open your eyes
for me love” I ignored the
persistence in her voice and tried to stay in my black state of non-reality but
in the end It was the persistence of the painful rub of knuckles on my collar
bone that finally made the blackness retreat and my eyes flicker open.
“Hello Mi, I’m Rachel, one of the paramedics. I think we
might have met before.” The foggy memories
of the familiar face came back to me slowly in a haunting ghostly fog. Rachel
had been the one that come last time I had done something to myself and here
she was again fussing over me, when I should have just been left to bleed it
out. “Here you go honey;
this will make you feel a bit better.” Rachel snapped the green elastic of an oxygen mask over my face. The rubber
smell made me cough and I tried to claw it off with my fingers but Andrea
stopped me by pressing the mask firmly to my mouth, allowing the oxygen that
felt like poison to billow down into my lungs. They were going to kill me by
trying to save me
“Sharp scratch,” Rachel said
again before plunging the Cannula into my good hand and attached it to a drip
that Emmet held in the air. He sighed sadly at my defeated face and I manage a
small smile to reassure him, this was Ok, this is what I deserved. This is what
my whole life had been about. He didn’t need to feel bad for my choices.
“So mi, how do you
feel about a trip into hospital see if we can get you put back together again?” Rachel asked looking over my face and I sighed, no one could
ever put me back together again. I had been broken for far too long.
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