Attempt✨

Max's POV

I laid on my bed the whole time, lost in thought, with tears flowing down my face.

"You're ugly!"

"You would be better off if you'd just died."

"Ugly duckling, ugly duckling!"

I tried to shake off the voices in my head but they just kept on going.

I couldn't stop them.

I opened the drawer of my night stand, and found a razor.

Should I take it?

Do it, Max. What's the point of living? At least then, you'll meet your parents again.

Yeah, you're right. Death would even suit me perfectly.

I stood up, and headed to the bathroom.

I turned on the water in the bathtub and laid there, inside.

It won't hurt anymore if I go away from this Earth.

Everyone who I'm burdening will be free of me.

No one will ever have to worry about me.

I placed the razor on my wrist and stared at the green nerve looking at me, calling out to me.

It stood there, waiting for my cowardly self to cut it.

I sat there for a while.

"You're an ugly duckling and you'll forever be an ugly duckling, bitch. I wish you'd just die!"

Julie's voice raced in my head and that's when I couldn't think straight.

The razor went through my wrist and that's when blood started coming out.

A sharp sting hit my skin and I hissed in pain.

The blood was so much, that it filled the bathtub within seconds.

I started feeling dizzy and my eyes got heavy.

Then I fell unconscious.

Goodbye, world.

=•=

My body laid there, feeling kind of paralyzed.

There was an annoying beeping sound that filled my ears.

Is this how it feels to be in heaven?

Am I dead yet?

I heard Flora and Dylan's voice and that's when I realized that my suicide attempt had failed.

My eyes fluttered open, but my body was so painful.

My head was spinning and my limbs hurt as fuck.

Not to mention my wrists. They were so sore that I hissed in pain.

"Mama? Where am I?" I muttered and Flora rushed to me.

"Max? Sweetie you're at the hospital." She said, kissing my hand and I hissed again.

"I'm sorry." She said, panicking.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through all of this. Making you worry like this." I said, seeing the tears in her eyes.

She tried so hard to put up a brave face in front of me but I could see from her blue eyes that she was deeply sad.

She embraced me and I wrapped my arms around her tightly.

"Don't say that. It's my job to worry about you." She said, pulling out of the hug.

"I'm just disappointed in myself that I couldn't be there for you to talk to." She added again, this time, with tears rolling down her face.

Dylan walked up to me and also embraced me.

"I'm sorry, Maxy. I failed in protecting you from this crucial world." He said, deeply sad.

"No papa, please. Don't blame yourselves. I'm the one responsible for my own actions." I said, lowering my face.

Why did I do this? Now my parents are sad, all because of me!

They both embraced me at the same time and the doctor walked in.

"Mr and Mrs Willis? I'm going to ask you to please step outside for a little while." He said, walking outside my room.

They stepped outside of the room and stood outside not far from the door.

The doctor was telling them something and from the shadows, it seemed as though it was hurtful news.

Mama smashed her face in papa's chest, covering her eyes as she cried.

What is it? Am I dying?

You'll have to wait if you want to know that, you know.

Whatever.

After talking for a while, the doctor gave them a card and then walked away.

They came back into the room and mama's eyes were all swelled up and puffy.

"Is everything okay, mama?" I asked, examining her face.

"Sweetie, the doctor said it was a miracle that we'd saved you at the right time and–" Mama said, but stopped as tears filled her eyes and she stopped talking.

"Well the doctor thinks that it might be depression." Papa said, coming towards me.

"Depression?" I asked, with a low voice.

Yeah, what do you think it is? All those bullying and all, what did you expect? Happiness?

Shut up!

You don't control me.

"Please talk to us, hunny." Papa said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I do want to tell you, papa. But it's just so hard to open up." I said, honestly.

"Then I guess we'll have to take you to a psychologist." He said, and I stared at him.

"What? I'm not crazy!" I exclaimed and he just embraced me.

"I don't want to lose you. So you'll just have to abide by my rules, sweetheart." He said, and I gave in.

There's never a point in arguing with papa. He's just as stubborn as I am.

"Fine papa, I will." I said, embracing him back.

More like I'll try.

He pulled out of the hug, and ruffled my hair after saying,

"That's my good girl."

I groaned and then he put me back to sleep.

I'd just woken up but my body felt like it had been running a marathon.

I dozed off into a deep sleep after all that.