Wicked Wishes: until the end. (2nd ending.), chapter 3
When I woke up I was lying in a hospital bed. I turned over and saw Billie in the chair next to the bed. He didn't say anything. After awhile He looked at me and said "The doctor says if you would have taken one more pill it would have killed you."
"You act like that's a bad thing," I said, turning away from him. Billie sighed.
"Riot. They want to put you in the on suicide watch. Because this isn't the first time you've tried to kill your self. They also know you have a history of drug abuse and that you cut yourself."
"Well for the record, I wasn't trying to kill myself. I just wanted to sleep," I told him. "I'm tired Billie. I want to sleep. I want to be able to sleep with out being interrupted by Chad. I can't stop thinking about her." I turned away from him again. I didn't want him to see me cry.
"But taking pills like that and cutting yourself doesn't solve your problems Riot."
I made a frustrated noise and shoved my head into the pillow.
"Can I go home now?"
"No. They are going to keep you here for awhile. The doctors want you on suicide watch. They think you suicidal."
"Well I'm not."
Billie Just looked at me.
"You don't believe me?"
"Your behavior is very self destructive Riot. You're constantly doing something that could harm you."
"Lots of people do things that can harm them Billie."
Billie went on.
"You smoke, you take pills, you do drugs, and you even went home with complete strangers! "
"And Riot, I hate to say it but even if you don't cut yourself to kill yourself you're still doing something that could kill you."
"Billie you should just shut up now because half the stuff you named off you were doing when you were my age! So stop being such a goddamn hypocrite! I can't talk to you anymore."
A doctor walked into the room.
"So sorry to interrupt but I just need you to sign some papers," he said to Billie. He handed him a clip board. "And I just wanted to say I'm a big fan. I love you're music," The Doctor added.
"Thanks," Billie said handing back the clip board.
I let out a big sigh.
"James will be moved within the next hour."
"Oh ok, good." Billie nodded. "Any Idea how long he is going to stay?"
"Depends on his behavior and what the physiatrist says."
"IM NOT TALKING TO A FUCKING SHRINK!" I yelled.
"Riot!"
"NO BILLIE YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"I'm sorry." Billie said to the doctor. "He's just..."
"I understand. I know what he's going through, I heard what happened."
"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT FUCK IM GOING THROUGH!" I yelled at the doctor.
"JIMMY!" Billie yelled at me. I knew he was mad; He never called me Jimmy or James.
A few nurses walked in.
"Is everything ok?" One asked.
"Yes everything's fine but I think we should move James now."
Twenty minutes later I was in a different room. It looked the same except now there was someone else in the room and I wasn't being hooked up to any machines for the hell of it and there was a camera in the corner of the room.
"That's Carly," The doctor said, pointing at the other bed.
"Great," I said sarcastically. I couldn't care less who was in that bed.
"You act like that's a bad thing," I said, turning away from him. Billie sighed.
"Riot. They want to put you in the on suicide watch. Because this isn't the first time you've tried to kill your self. They also know you have a history of drug abuse and that you cut yourself."
"Well for the record, I wasn't trying to kill myself. I just wanted to sleep," I told him. "I'm tired Billie. I want to sleep. I want to be able to sleep with out being interrupted by Chad. I can't stop thinking about her." I turned away from him again. I didn't want him to see me cry.
"But taking pills like that and cutting yourself doesn't solve your problems Riot."
I made a frustrated noise and shoved my head into the pillow.
"Can I go home now?"
"No. They are going to keep you here for awhile. The doctors want you on suicide watch. They think you suicidal."
"Well I'm not."
Billie Just looked at me.
"You don't believe me?"
"Your behavior is very self destructive Riot. You're constantly doing something that could harm you."
"Lots of people do things that can harm them Billie."
Billie went on.
"You smoke, you take pills, you do drugs, and you even went home with complete strangers! "
"And Riot, I hate to say it but even if you don't cut yourself to kill yourself you're still doing something that could kill you."
"Billie you should just shut up now because half the stuff you named off you were doing when you were my age! So stop being such a goddamn hypocrite! I can't talk to you anymore."
A doctor walked into the room.
"So sorry to interrupt but I just need you to sign some papers," he said to Billie. He handed him a clip board. "And I just wanted to say I'm a big fan. I love you're music," The Doctor added.
"Thanks," Billie said handing back the clip board.
I let out a big sigh.
"James will be moved within the next hour."
"Oh ok, good." Billie nodded. "Any Idea how long he is going to stay?"
"Depends on his behavior and what the physiatrist says."
"IM NOT TALKING TO A FUCKING SHRINK!" I yelled.
"Riot!"
"NO BILLIE YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"I'm sorry." Billie said to the doctor. "He's just..."
"I understand. I know what he's going through, I heard what happened."
"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT FUCK IM GOING THROUGH!" I yelled at the doctor.
"JIMMY!" Billie yelled at me. I knew he was mad; He never called me Jimmy or James.
A few nurses walked in.
"Is everything ok?" One asked.
"Yes everything's fine but I think we should move James now."
Twenty minutes later I was in a different room. It looked the same except now there was someone else in the room and I wasn't being hooked up to any machines for the hell of it and there was a camera in the corner of the room.
"That's Carly," The doctor said, pointing at the other bed.
"Great," I said sarcastically. I couldn't care less who was in that bed.
