(warning: this story is not happy at the beginning. There is attempted suicide and depression. If you aren't comfortable with it i suggest you don't read.)
The thing about goodbyes is...
Bright sunlight streamed through the window of the small white room. The curtains blew in the small breeze but you could be bothered with none of that. You stared aimlessly at the white walls.
Some of the paint happened to be peeling in the corner and you had the sudden urge to pick at it, to help it fall. But you couldn't do that, no they would probably just keep you here longer for destruction of property.
They wouldn't see such a thing as you helping the paint achieve its goal, they never understood how you thought. All the doctors thought of you was that you were a reclusive girl who had tried to off herself.
They wouldn't listen to your reasons, nor did they actually try to help you get over those reasons. They just let you sit in a room locked in with your thoughts. That's right you were stuck in a mental hospital on suicide watch.
Three months ago you had finally given up on life. You so many reasons to quit but you had held strong. The thing that finally pushed you over the edge was a phone call from a cop informing you that your baby sister had died in a car crash.
She had been only 16 at the time, sharing only half your blood, you loved her more than anything else. And now she too and left. You wanted to see her again so you figured you would follow her.
But this was not your only reason, no you had several. An abusive ex-boyfriend who had knocked up some other woman. A father in and out of jail for drug dealing. A dead mother, killed by the man she had once loved, gone for five years now.You couldn't hold a steady job and you were running out of money to pay for your apartment.
One night you had gone into the bathroom and started a bubble bath. You grabbed the knife from the kitchen, a pretty butterfly knife, and put it on the side of the tub. You played your favorite music as you stripped down and stepped into the warm water.
You soaked for awhile thinking of your decision. You could find no reason to stop and you grabbed the knife. Having no friends you weren't worried about being found. The music still played in the background as you slid the blade open.
You positioned it at your writs and cut upwards toward your shoulder. You did the same to the other arm, watching as the blade sliced through the flesh of your arm making barley a noise.
Red liquid swelled up and spilled over the edge and down your arm. The blood danced across your skin and falling onto the white bubbles, staining everything red. You were beginning to get dizzy and could feel your self slipping away.
You looked to your bleeding arms and thought how beautiful the red looked against your skin."Goodbye" you mumbled as your world turned from red to black.
*End of Flashback*
Turns out someone, your drunk father, had found you and had rushed you to the emergency room just in time. You had then been admitted into a mental hospital under constant watch. The hours here were long and boring.
The other inmates, as you refereed to them, were either scared of you or were to strange for even you to handle. The only friend you had was a big Russian named Ivan. He had killed a few people but was pronounced insane and stayed out of jail.
It's true that he would get scary at times but most of the time he was sweet and a big teddy bear, not that you would call him that or you would probably be his next victim. There was only one other person here you liked.
Your doctor. He was a kind, handsome, British man named Arthur Kirkland. He had shaggy blond hair and emerald green eyes. He also had a pair of bushy eyebrows that he was very sensitive about.
He would come every other day to talk to you and give you your medicine. He was so kind and always a gentleman. Over the months you were here you had developed a crush on the man, but had no hope of him returning your feelings.
Today was another day that you got to see the man. He would actually listen to your problems and help you try and solve them. Whenever someone was around you had to act happy to fool them into think you were okay, but with Arthur you didn't have to pretend.
He always made you genuinely happy. There was a soft knock at the door and Arthur entered holding his notebook.
"Hello love how are you feeling today?"
"Better than normal actually."
He sat down in the couch opposite your bed while you stayed put. He placed his notebook on the cushion next to him and laced his fingers and rested his chin atop his hands.
"Actually _____ i have some good news for you."
"Mhm i seem that you are going to be getting out of this place."
You were shocked, it seemed as thought you would never be released.
"What? When?" You couldn't help but be excited, Arthur could see this and it brought a smile to his face. The smile made your heart pound faster.
"Tomorrow." You leaped up and cheered then ran and hugged the shocked man. He hugged back and chuckled at your happiness, he didn't see it often. Then reality hit you again. You removed yourself form Arthur and sat sadly on the cushion not occupied by the notebook.
"But Arthur i don't have anywhere to go." Your house had been taken by the bank and sold to another family, you refused to live with your messed up dad and your mother was dead. You buried your head in your hands, finally could escape but you would only go back to the life that had made you so unhappy.
You knew if you were thrown back into that situation you would sink back into depression that you had finally gotten out of. A few small tears ran down your face and you quickly wiped them away.
"Well love if you really need a place to stay i have room." You looked to Arthur in a combination of hope and shock.
"Yeah i have my little brothers old room. He moved out a few years ago and the house has been to quiet for my liking. It would be a win win situation. I get company and you get a house."
You beamed at the man and kissed his cheek making him blush, "Oh Thank you Arthur!"
In a small bag at your side you had your sparse belongings; a toothbrush, socks, a change of cloths. The rest you could replace anything else held to many bad memories and you were going to try a new beginning.
You had sighed out of the institution and were standing outside next to Arthur. He smiled and grabbed your hand and let you toward his car. The ride to his house was in content silence while you gawked out the window seeing the world that you had missed for three months.
Arthur pulled into a driveway in front of a huge house.
"You live here by yourself?"
"Yes, well not anymore."
You had finished unpacking and were siting in the living room after eating some of the man's cooking. You decided that after today you were going to be the one to cook. Arthur sat next to you and switched on the TV.
You started to drift off and leaned onto Arthur's shoulder. He smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He nuzzled his nose into your hair and whispered something quietly.
You looked up at him groggily.
"What was that?"
"I said i love you." Your eyes opened and you looked into his green orbs.
"Yes i love you ____ _____."
"I love you too Arthur."
He leaned down and met your lips with his. The kiss was soft and loving, in it you could forget all your sorrows and relish in love. After breaking apart you set your head back onto his shoulder and drifted off into a nightmare-less sleep.
This was the man who had brought you out of depression and who was going to keep you out of it. You hadn't ever been this happy. Who needed anti-depressants when you had a man like him?
...They're only temporary