I wake up with an annoying beeping sound in my ear. Was this heaven? I start to squirm uncomfortably by this noise. When will it stop? God, if you can hear me...stop this noise please. I soon feel someone tug my arm with a whine. "Are you awake..." The voice sounded familiar...

Danny, my little 16 year old sister, was sobbing my name with a tug at my hospital gown. "How could you, Lu...You know I need you..." she sobs uncontrollably. I could feel all her tears in my sleeve.

So I wasnt in heaven..

Somehow I was alive still...How? Why? Did god think I deserved another chance? I dont want another chance. "F*cking...ugh". Another familiar voice.

My 21 year old brother, André  was groaning, while my 17 year old brother, Jules, was sniffing. Where was Elsie? Did she leave me...? Where were mom and dad? Did they still not come?

My eyes jolted open once I felt a cold hand placed on my neck. "THE F*CK-!" André hollered. My heart rate went up. That was the annoying beeping. My legs hurt...My while body hurt. I turn my head to see who was touching me. "Aye..dont worry Kid" A nice woman, about in her late 20's said to me.

"Glad your awake... You were our for 4 months." She sighed. "LOUIS!" Danny said, wrapping her arms around me. My heart hurt. Why wasnt I dead. I didn't want to be here. "Why would you do that to yourself you b*stard!" She said in my ear softly. I tried to speak but nothing came out.

" Dont try and talk Louis... It would only hurt you more."André sighed, with a scratch to his head. I couldn't move anything but my head. Everything was in pain. I wish I would have just died here.

"Due to this suicidal move you have made,you will be attending therapy with Dr.Floyd." Elsie said with a stern tone, her hands crossed and her eyes puffy.

I try to speak but, like André said, it hurts. My throat hurts so much... Why am I complaining if I'm the one who did this to myself?

The cold handed nurse scurried out after making sure my blood pressure was good. "pardin' me" she said in almost a whisper.

"I'm sorry..."...those were the words I wanted to say but all I did was look at my family with sympathy. Hoping for forgiveness. "Your such a stupid a**whole." Elsie whispered, her eyes watering. "Why would you do that...if there was something wrong you could have told anybody! You could have told me..." She grunted, wiping her tears with her blue seeater sleeve.

My eyes shouted 'forgive me' to her. All she did was sigh and sit on the chair that was next to the wooden door. " If you want to apologize, go to therapy. Make sure you start feeling better and take care of yourself. Never EVER let this happen again. If you do this I will forgive you." emphasizing some words over others. I nod my head slowly.

"How...how did it feel?" My baby brother, Jules, asked me. My eyes drifted from Elsie to him. "How did it feel to try and leave your family behind and take yourself out of this world? How does it feel to know that you made your family worry about you? How does it feel to not know that you DIED infront of our eyes?" He growled. The words that came out of his mouth made me realise something.

If I were to have died...what would they do? What would they do without me? Would they cry and be depressed or would they party and just not give a d*mn about me?

"JULES! Leave him alone. You do not know why he done what he did." André groans in frustration. Before Jules could answer, there was a knock at the door. "Come in" Elsie sighed.

A tall, black haired american man walked through the door. His height about 6'0 or anything close to 6' foot. "Hey kid, my name is Dr.Floyd and I'm your therapist." He smiles, dimples showing on both cheeks.

"He cant talk dipsh*t" Jules muttered under his breath before André smacked him.

"I understand that he has been paralyzed from the neck down due to some damage in his brain and spinal cord. The spinal cord damage could not be fixed so either you will stay paralyzed forever or, you will recover your brain from a traumatic even that happened." He takes a pen out from his doctor coat and writes something down on a peice of paper.

"For now we will prescribe you something to make sure you wont feel any pain. Just take it once you feel something coming on. My office is on the second floor, above this floor, room 213. In two weeks I would like to see you there Thursday at 10:45." He scribbles some more nonsense on his paper and unclip it. "Which one of you is his guardian?" He looks around.

Elsie raises her hand in a slow manner, taking the slip of paper and nodding after reading every paragraph. Mr.Floyd runs a hand through his black long waves and runs it back to the front. "Now, take care. I'll see you! Call me if there is any issue" He smiles again, showing off his dimples. He walks away and I just stare at his broad figure. In my head, I think:

"Help me, Doctor"