A Chaos Melody E-Book

A. Pondearl

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

A collection of works ranging from short stories to poems, all gathered for your enjoyment in a single book. Tales of experiences good and bad, some that you as the reader may relate to.

Leseprobe

A. Pondearl

A Chaos Melody

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

You Have To Believe...

CONTENT WARNING: POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING TOPICS (SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE ATTEMPT) DO NOT READ IF AFFECTED!

The blade plunged deep into my wrist as I sat on my floor crying. This time, I wasn't planning on stopping until my entire arm was covered. I started cutting around a year ago when my closest friend passed away. A car accident it was.

I haven't been the same since.

Continuing, my arm was completely covered in deep, crimson flowing cuts. I stood up and grabbed a bandage from my desk, tightly wrapping it around my arm. I knew I needed to break out of this, but I just didn't have the willpower to do so.

When my parents found out about what I was doing to myself, the first thing they did was get me a therapist. They hoped it would help me, but it didn't.

Bending down, I put the blades back in the small box under my bed. I sat down at my desk and started flipping through my favorite book 'The Fault In our Stars'. Before I knew it, the time was already midnight and I had been reading for over 3 hours.

Standing up and stretching, I let out a small yelp as I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The room started spinning and I dropped to my knees as the pain intensified so much that I was screaming. My parents rushed in to see what was going on, but by then I was already curled up into a ball on my floor.

All I remember after that was darkness and searing pain in my chest. I woke up in a hospital bed with wires all over my body and a nurse leaning over me calling my name. She told me that I had been unconscious for two weeks.

Apparently I had a severe problem with my heart. I couldn't believe it.

According to them, I only had around three months left to live. I didn't want to believe it at first, but I slowly started to catch on to the rest of what she was saying.

They were sending me home so I could spend the rest of my time with my family whilst they searched for a heart donor. This reduced me to tears.

Around an hour later, I was already packed up and standing in the hospital reception. My parents were speaking to the nurse, who first tended to me, about their options, and my brother was sitting, head in his hands, crying next to me. I guessed the news had hit him like a steam train on steroids.

Ever since I was born, my brother swore that it was his duty to keep me safe, make sure that nothing ever happened to me. He would even swear that if any guy hurt me, he would make sure they live to regret it.

He was always so strong and barely showed any emotion besides happiness and devotion to protecting his little sis. But now he was sitting here and showing all grades of sadness. It, obviously not literally, broke my heart to see him so sad.

I sat down on the chair next to him and moved his hands away from his face.

When he looked at me, I could tell that nothing could persuade him it would be okay. As much as I doubted it, I knew he was right. It would never be alright.

Mum and dad walked over to us and knelt down in front of us, silent tears threatening to spill from their eyes. The news had clearly hit them even harder than I thought, because as soon as I started to speak, my dad was the first to start crying. My mum soon followed with her own tears.

When all of us were done exchanging tears and sad words to walk to the car, I knew this would definitely be a journey. And a long one at that…