Ana's therapist

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ana’s POV:

I had a major headache when my eyes opened to the blazing sunlight. I squinted my eyes and rubbed them, only then realizing that I had something attached to the back of my hand. I immediately jolted up awake and tried to remember what had happened. I had no thought of coming home and I wasn’t home. I was laying on a hospital bed inside a big hospital room and there was an IV attached to a vein. I did remember cutting my self last night in the event but after that, everything was blank. Did chase get me here? Was Chase the man who I stumbled across? I prayed it was Chase because no one else could know.

My eyes rushed down to my wrist and it was bandaid. I looked around the room and no one was inside. I sighed, removed the sheet off myself and hopped down to the ground. Just when I did that, the door slammed open. I was shocked to see my father and my mother come inside with a nurse.

Numerous thoughts ran across my head as I looked at their faces, there was disappointed and sadness smeared all across. I looked away and the nurse rushed to my side.

“Please, take rest,” The nurse said as she put me back on the bed and checked my IV. I just kept thinking about whether my parents found about everything or not. I shook my head and stopped myself from crying out. The nurse soon left the room and I gulped from how my parents would react.

As soon as the nurse left, my mother rushed to my side and she sat beside me. She grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell us?” She cried, she placed her hand on my cheeks and made me look at her. I tried my best to control my tears because I hated crying in front of people. Crying made me weak and I didn’t want to be weak than I was already.

My head was aching from what all had happened, right now, I could only think of calming myself down by taking some pills or drinking. Where the f**k was Chase when I needed him.

My father came to my side and he rested his hand on my head. “Ana? Why didn’t you tell us about what was happening to you? You were taking drugs, drinking, cutting yourself and now you tried to commit suicide.” He said.

I turned my attention to him and furrowed my eyebrows when he said that I tried to commit suicide. I never did. I just cut my wrist and that too very gently. I never wanted to die, but I neither wanted to live. I got up and sat straight on the bed.

“I am perfectly fine,” I said as I looked at the blank wall in front of me. It was impossible for any daughter to see her both parents crying for the first time. My parent never cried ever.

I sighed and asked, “I want to go home and I have things to do so when am I getting discharged?” There was no use of getting me to a hospital. I wasn’t bleeding to death or anything and I didn’t even slit my wrist. All I did was cut myself and it wasn’t anything bad. The whole world does it!

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I got soon discharged from the hospital and thankfully there was no police involved because my father had connections. My parents stayed by my side for the whole day and I hated that. I didn’t even once check my phone because my mother had it and she had no intention of giving me back.

I went up to my room and changed my clothes. I wasn’t going to stay inside the house for the whole day. I needed to go out and loosen myself. I needed to get drunk or high. I went down and wore my shoes when my mother stopped in front of me.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“I’m going out - for - eating,” I stuttered and lied. I wasn’t good at lying but I was very good at hiding things from everyone in this world.

“You can’t go out, you can order it here,” My mother said. I stopped tying my shoes and I got up from the ground. Did she just say that I can go out?

“Excuse me? What do you mean that I can’t go out? I have things to do and I need to go so please excuse me,” I said in a very nice tone. I didn’t want to be rude to my mother but if she was going to be like this, then I will be too.

“You cannot go out, Ana.” She sighed. “Not until we fix whatever that is happening to you. Your debit card is locked, I have your phone, you are never allowed to see Chase or any of your drug dealer friends again, you will not be going to school, and the house doors are locked. You will not leave or go anywhere until your father or I make a decision.” My mother explained.

My jaw dropped down on the floor, I couldn’t believe that my mother was trying to put restrictions on me. I fisted my hands together and clenched my jaw in anger. This wasn’t happening to me.

“What decision?” I asked calmly. There was a storm raging inside me and any moment it was going to blow up.

“Ana, you have already damaged yourself enough,” She cupped my face gently. “We didn’t know any of this until yesterday. You have way too many addictions and we cannot allow you to leave and absorb into those addictions more. We will have to decide whether we have to send you to rehab, therapist, psychologist or a mental institution.”

I pushed her hands away from my face and furrowed my eyebrows together. “What do you mean? Do you think I am mentally ill? I am a f*****g psychopath?” I yelled and asked.

My mother shook her head and she came back to me but with every step she took forward, I moved backward. Tears sprawled out of my eyes as I couldn’t believe what she was actually saying to me. No one in this world ever said that to me.

“No, not like that. I didn’t say you are a psychopath but you are mentally ill, Ana. A normal human doesn’t harms or suicides, whatever we are doing is for your betterment, we aren’t harming you!” She exclaimed.

I lined my lips together and shook my head. “You guys have already harmed me enough!” I whispered as I rushed upstairs back to my room. My mother kept screaming my name but I didn’t turn behind.

I needed something strong. The stress put upon me was too much and I couldn’t take it. I needed to either take something or do something to calm myself down.