We spent the rest of that night lying in the grass on top of the hill and would talk about all kinds of sh**.  That was the first time in a long, and I mean a loooong, time that I talked to a person and enjoyed it. The night flew past us, and at some point, we fell asleep right there. I woke to the ever-familiar beeping sounds of the heart monitor and my parents arguing with the doctors and nurses about me leaving the room again. I didn't care though. My mind was racing with the events of last night. With the boy with pale blue eyes that resembled the moon. But I was forcibly pulled away from my thoughts when a large force knocked the wind out of my lungs. It was my mom. She must've seen me when I was awake and decided to end me before I did it myself by encasing me in one of her tight bear hugs. "Oh, Ash! Please stop doing this to us! Please stop leaving your room. You know bett-" After encasing me in hugs, she then lectures me about the dangers of leaving my room and crap. I stop listening after a few minutes. If anything, it's more dangerous if I'm left in here. I turn even the least harmful thing in here to kill myself. After an eternity, or twenty minutes, of her lecturing my mom gets up and is replaced with doctors. They ask me the same old questions every time like my condition might suddenly change. They'd pull out some coloured cards and ask me what f***ing colour over and over again. Then they'd do more sh**ty tests on my eyes. They've been doing that since I first came to the hospital. Since the incident, I haven't been able to see colours, or at least until I met that boy. I saw his colours just fine. But I wasn't going to tell my parents or the doctors. I wanted this to be my little secret. As I materialized the thought of sharing a secret with someone else I couldn't help but chuckle to myself and stare off into the distance outside my window. And then, as if a spark had ignited deep inside me. Compelling me to do it... I unhooked myself from the monitors and rushed for the window. I could hear the screams of my mother. Not again, she'd scream over and over again with tears running down her rosy cheeks. My dad would be at a loss for words but still try to console her. I lay lifeless on the ground. Blood was pouring out of my body. I couldn't move. My body was far too heavy. My vision was getting blurry. My head was aching. But in the few moments I had before I lost consciousness, I saw him.