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Night came fast. I’m alone again. Well, almost alone. There is another person in my room now, he has pneumonia. He is fast asleep and snoring. I don’t think that I’ll be able to sleep tonight. I’m being released tomorrow, I’m not too thrilled. My fever went down, and I’m feeling better, so I think I’m going to go to school the day after tomorrow. That isn’t going to be fun.

I can imagine it now, all of the other kids pointing at me and laughing. Making fun of me because I couldn’t even kill myself.

“Stupid emo, why don’t you go finish the job?”

Why don’t I?

No stop. Get better for Hilary. Be happy for Hilary. Someday you can show her the letter. Someday…

Something hits my bed and I wake up. Groggy I look and see the nurses struggling to get Mr.Snores-a-lot into a wheel chair.

My mother walks into the room as the nurses leave and smiles at me.

“Good morning sunshine. I just signed the papers. Get dressed and take your medicine so that we can go home.”

Home is the last place I want to be.