Why me?
Chapter Fifteen
Max's POV
I felt a sharp pain in my thigh and then everything went black. Shit. I knew those needles had this....this thingy....god I can't even think straight. I just let the stuff take over and passed out.
(5 Hours later)
I woke up in a hospital bed. I tried to get up but I had a mjor headache. Hell no! I had to get out of here but my hands were in something comapred to a boxing glove and a pillow case. I hollared and screeched untill Jess came in (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=103991132).
"What the hell?! Did you order these?!?" I thrust my hands up to show her my boxing gloves.
"What? No, I just..."
"Why am I here? What did I do? Get me out!" She was holding back a sob.
"You need help! You don't have enough mental stability! I'm affraid that you will try something like that again! Do you want to know what happened or not?!" She answered sternly. I just frowned and nodded.
"The boys are on tour in Australia and Alex and Alex and Chloe are trying out for jobs to pay for your hospital trips." Who is Chloe?
"Who is..."
"Chloe Macobee is Alex's new friend she had made. Since you couldn't and didn't want to spend time with her." What was she thinking. I started crying and I looked at Jess with tears in my eyes.
"I don't want to be here anymore. Its too much pain. Just give my a pill a day, and leave me alone. Baby proof the house, I don't care anymore. There's no use in trying." I turned away (my hands are bound to the arms of the bed) and sobbed untill the doctor came in and told me that I could leave. He gave Jess some kind of meds but I didn't care. I was given clothes and went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror.
"Your a despicable person Max. Look what you've done. You have no right to live. I hate you" Wow. I must be going crazy because I am talking to myself in the mirror. I get out of the bathroom.
"Take me to my apartment Jessica. I want to go to MY house." I never called her Jessica. She looked shocked and hurt but didn't disobey me. I only called her that when I was mad depressed or sad. I was all of them. When we got to my apartment, Jessica had made a list of the things she needed to take out of my house.
"Stay here." I simply nodded and watched her grab sleepover bags and walk into the building. Atleast fifteen minutes later, she was hauling three gigantic bags and stuffed them in the back. We took the elevator up and when I got in my apartment, it was like I'd moved out. There was only a couch, a microwave, a stove, a sink, no forks/knives/ect., there was no power to the stove or oven, no medication in the meds cabinet. There still was a tv in the living room, but there wasn't any books. What would I do with books? I couldn't kill myself with them could I? Nevermind. I sat on the couch.
"Leave Jessica. There is nothing that I can hurt myself with." She nodded. She was about to leave but stopped.
"You need to take this." Jessica dug through her purse, grabbed a bottle and took out a tiny orange pill.
"It'll make you feel better and help you sleep. I'll be back in the morning to check in. If your not awake, I'll leave a note. Goodbye Max." He walked out and drove away. Why do things have to be this way?
I felt a sharp pain in my thigh and then everything went black. Shit. I knew those needles had this....this thingy....god I can't even think straight. I just let the stuff take over and passed out.
(5 Hours later)
I woke up in a hospital bed. I tried to get up but I had a mjor headache. Hell no! I had to get out of here but my hands were in something comapred to a boxing glove and a pillow case. I hollared and screeched untill Jess came in (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=103991132).
"What the hell?! Did you order these?!?" I thrust my hands up to show her my boxing gloves.
"What? No, I just..."
"Why am I here? What did I do? Get me out!" She was holding back a sob.
"You need help! You don't have enough mental stability! I'm affraid that you will try something like that again! Do you want to know what happened or not?!" She answered sternly. I just frowned and nodded.
"The boys are on tour in Australia and Alex and Alex and Chloe are trying out for jobs to pay for your hospital trips." Who is Chloe?
"Who is..."
"Chloe Macobee is Alex's new friend she had made. Since you couldn't and didn't want to spend time with her." What was she thinking. I started crying and I looked at Jess with tears in my eyes.
"I don't want to be here anymore. Its too much pain. Just give my a pill a day, and leave me alone. Baby proof the house, I don't care anymore. There's no use in trying." I turned away (my hands are bound to the arms of the bed) and sobbed untill the doctor came in and told me that I could leave. He gave Jess some kind of meds but I didn't care. I was given clothes and went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror.
"Your a despicable person Max. Look what you've done. You have no right to live. I hate you" Wow. I must be going crazy because I am talking to myself in the mirror. I get out of the bathroom.
"Take me to my apartment Jessica. I want to go to MY house." I never called her Jessica. She looked shocked and hurt but didn't disobey me. I only called her that when I was mad depressed or sad. I was all of them. When we got to my apartment, Jessica had made a list of the things she needed to take out of my house.
"Stay here." I simply nodded and watched her grab sleepover bags and walk into the building. Atleast fifteen minutes later, she was hauling three gigantic bags and stuffed them in the back. We took the elevator up and when I got in my apartment, it was like I'd moved out. There was only a couch, a microwave, a stove, a sink, no forks/knives/ect., there was no power to the stove or oven, no medication in the meds cabinet. There still was a tv in the living room, but there wasn't any books. What would I do with books? I couldn't kill myself with them could I? Nevermind. I sat on the couch.
"Leave Jessica. There is nothing that I can hurt myself with." She nodded. She was about to leave but stopped.
"You need to take this." Jessica dug through her purse, grabbed a bottle and took out a tiny orange pill.
"It'll make you feel better and help you sleep. I'll be back in the morning to check in. If your not awake, I'll leave a note. Goodbye Max." He walked out and drove away. Why do things have to be this way?
11/17/13