The anesthesia flooded my veins. Voices faded to nothing.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Alone except for the doctor.
Dr. Frank Stevenson’s face was tight with frustration–he’d seen me too many times before.
“Sophia, what the hell made you want to die THIS time?”
“If we hadn’t pumped your stomach in time, you’d be GONE! You get that?!”
My stomach burned like acid, but I felt nothing. Just stared at the ceiling. Empty.
“Someone sent me an urn. And a funeral photo of myself. Told me to die.”
He froze. Then sighed, heavy and defeated.
“It’s YOUR life, Sophia. Someone tells you to die, so you just… do it?”
“Don’t pull this shit again.”
I could hear the exhaustion in his voice.
Five years. Three suicide attempts.
The first time, I jumped from a fourth–floor window. Miscalculated the height. Didn’t die.
The second I hit the ground, I thought of Caleb–waiting for me to pick him up from prison. Regret hit harder than the concrete.
I dragged my broken, bleeding body to the hospital.
Second time, I slit my wrists.
Blood pooling everywhere. Then I remembered–I was renting. Dying here would curse someone else’s home.
So I went to the hospital. Again.
This was the third time.
I didn’t think about Caleb. Didn’t think about anyone.
Just poured every sleeping pill I’d saved into my mouth.
And still. I didn’t die.
Dr. Stevenson was still lecturing.
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“From now on, I’m rationing your puis. You conG
He turned to leave.
My voice came out raw, broken.
“Doctor… did you see a man? Someone who looks like me?”
He knew about Caleb. About prison. His expression softened with pity.
He shook his head.
“Sophia, you’re not thinking straight. Get some rest.”
“There was no man. A young woman brought you in. Said she was your neighbor.”
I said nothing.
After he left, I ripped the IV from my hand and walked out.
The “neighbor” was waiting outside my room.
Our eyes met. The venom in hers was impossible to hide.
“Sophia, if you wanna die so bad, why don’t you do it RIGHT?”
“Take a kitchen knife. Slash your throat. One cut, you’re done. Why waste time with pills?”
I ignored her words. Just smiled.
“Since when are you my neighbor?”
Olivia’s eyes flickered with guilt. “If it wasn’t for Caleb, I wouldn’t give a damn about you!”
She turned to leave.
Then stopped. Looked back.
“Next time you wanna die? Do it in the bathroom. Don’t give anyone a chance to find you.”
My face stayed blank.
She left in a hurry.
I went home.
No slurs carved into my car paint this time.
No dead rats nailed to my door.
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I stood outside for a long moment. Then pushed the door open and looked up.
There–behind the old curtain–a tiny camera. New. Hidden.
Caleb had been here.
I looked away like I hadn’t noticed. Walked into the bathroom.
Maybe he wanted to give me privacy. No camera in here.
Just the shattered urn. Torn funeral photo scattered across the floor.
I could see myself from hours ago–hysterical, breaking down.
Pathetic. Desperate. Destroyed.
No wonder.
No wonder Olivia told me to die in the bathroom next time.
No camera here. Caleb wouldn’t find the body.
The absurdity of it all hit me like a freight train.
My legs gave out. I collapsed onto the floor, hands covering my face, silent and shaking.
Caleb… your punishment was still too light.
You should’ve just taken my life.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
