Chapter 5:To Think It Was Over

Something stirred within me. A second shock and my heart beat back to life. I was weak I could hardly move as my muscles contorted with spasm's. What was going on? My mind had aroused before my body. I couldn't move or do anything. All I could do was think.
Voices began to talk hurriedly about me I couldn't understand what they were saying. It was to slurred and fast, I didn't know what to do.
Another thing stirred within me and my body came to life like batterys had been recharged and replaced. Or like I was a mechanical toy that had been fixed. My eyelides fluttered and I twisted and turned doging the lights. Was this heaven? Or was about to plunge to hell? I turned and saw doctors and nurses around me.
"Shes awake!", one said startled by my mere presence.
"Thank goodness", said a rather plump nurse,"Suicide...I dont know honestly kids today"
"Where am'I? Is this heaven?", I asked dreamily.
"No pet, your in a hospital", said the plump nurse,"Let the visitor see her now, she should be alright, don't let the social services in yet though. She aint well enough to be answering there silly questions". I stared at the wall and watched the tiles effortlessly. Wondering what was above them. 'Unfamilar Ceiling' I thought reminding me of one of my first art drawings I had done.
My mind turned to who my visitor might be. If it was the mother I shall scream and tell the nurses and doctors I thought. However it was not the mother who entered those double doors. It was Brad.
"Zara! Your all right, the paramedic told me. Sorry I had to leave you there. My mum picked me up. I had to go please dont be mad", he sat down by my bed and smiled.
"Don't worry", I whispered,"I'm ok now thats all that matters". I smiled softly and realised I had changed. I didn't feel like everyone hated me, I was lucky to be alive. Maybe I thought this had helped me. It had helped me realise suicide was not the answer to my worrys.
"Its nice to see you smile for once. I heard about your mother", Brad said starting to try a conversation. I froze. He knew about the mother and me.
"You....you do know?" I said strongly but my voice faltered and I sounded like a broken record. I sniggered at myself but controlled the laughter.
"She's dissapeared without a trace since you were found. According to what I've been allowed to be told a neighbour heard smashing and things as such. Called the police and by time they had gotten there your mother was no where. You however was in your room on the floor in a bloody pile", he took a breath for I knew what he was going to say next,"Suicide". He fell silent and his eyes grew deep in thought. I knew what he was thinking, why did I do it? I could see behind those puzzled misty far away eyes. To think my life was over. It nearly was........