How the misery begins

My eyes started to flutter open, I could hear a steady beeping sound and it was really starting to piss me off. I attempted to turn my head to find out what that ghastly racket was, but all that did was send a wave of agonising pain throughout my entire body. All I could do was stare at the sterile white ceiling, and wonder where the fuck I was. The beeping noise got slower, started to fade out, until it was gone completely, and I saw a group of dark figures running and hovering over me as I fell back into the dark abyss. ~~~Time lapse~~~ I had woken up so many times it wasn't even amusing anymore. Every time my eyelids managed to fully open, I was still in laying in the same painfully bright white room staring at the same painfully bright white ceiling with people, I'm guessing, running around frantically. By the time I had finally managed to keep my eyes from snapping shut, I was in slightly less pain. I sat up to look around properly, and somehow I was in a hospital room, with IV's in my arms and a heart monitor next to me. So that was where that wretched noise was coming from. "He's conscious again!" I flinched as I heard a woman's voice shout loudly. "Well I can see that, he'll probably fall asleep again in a minute, it's not exactly the first time he's woken up is it Clair!" another woman snapped angrily. "No, I think he's fully awake now." 'Clair' replied calmly. My throat was Incredibly dry. "W-water" I croaked out as best I could, coughing a few times. Clair patted me on the shoulder roughly and I winced in pain. "I'll go get you some water honey, you just wait here okay." Well gee Clair, now my plans for skipping around the hospital corridors with freaking IV's stuck in my arms are ruined, all because you told me to wait here. I knew I shouldn't be so bitter, she was only trying to help after all. 'But I didn't want help', I reminded myself, 'I wanted to be dead'. Ugh, I couldn't do anything right. I can't even die without fucking it up. A while later, once I was feeling a bit better, a doctor came into my room. "Hello Franklin, I'm doctor Gyllenhaal, but you can call me Emily." "Ok" I grunted, holding my knees to my chest on the bed. "I understand you're probably a little confused a-" "Well of course I'm confused, I shot myself in the freaking head. I should be dead at the bottom of a lake but no, I'm in a hospital bed with not so much as scratch. So yes, I'm 'a little confused', more than a little actually" I shouted as loud as I could and threw my hands up in frustration, not giving a crap who heard me. "Frank, you didn't shoot yourself.." I stared at her with confusion "..the safety was on, but because you expected a gunshot your body jumped backward into the lake out of pure instinct. You started to drown, but someone saw you and brought you here" I put my head in my hands, someone had to find me didn't they? Just my luck. "Also, your mother had been arrested" the doctor spoke up after a minute or so of awkward silence. I snapped my head up at her in disbelief, a thousand things raced across my mind at once, but the main thought was ' Thank. Fucking. God '. She continued "the police went to your house to tell her you were in hospital and she, thinking it was you, started to shout very...unpleasant things as she went to open the door, so when she saw the police she tried to run. They took her in for questioning, and she confessed." "What exactly did she confess to" I asked, knowing she probably would have come up with some bullshit lies. "Being an alcoholic, doing illegal drugs, and... and child abuse" she said, looking at me with nothing but pity in her eyes. I hated it when people felt sorry for me, it made me feel as if I was helpless, and I felt like that enough already. We talked for a while, well she talked and I listened, but about half an hour into the conversation I asked about where I was going to live. I didn't know who my dad was and I had no other family "Ahh yes" she said "Mr and Mrs way and their sons Michael and Gerard have offered to take you in" "Who?" I asked, completely oblivious as to who these people were. "Michael was the one who brought you here after he saw what you did, and Mrs Way said they would be more than happy to look after you when she'd heard about the uh...the circumstances" she was obviously referring to my mom getting arrested, as if I honestly gave one gram of a fuck. "It's all been sorted, you're leaving at ten tomorrow morning. You'll sleep in one of the guest rooms and we'll bring all of your things from your room to the house." "No, you can't go in my room. I'll get my stuff!" If they went in my room they'd find all my blades and my notebooks, and then I'd probably get sent to some bullshit mental institution or something. "Okay okay, we'll get someone to take you to your house and you can get your things, then they'll drop you of at your new home" she said holding up her hands. "So let me get this straight, you're just dumping me with some random family I've never met, and I have no say in the matter what so ever. I don't exactly find that very fair?" I was getting extremely pissed of at 'Emily'. "Well there isn't much choice now is there, unless you would like to live in a mental institution. You know, they were going to send you there but I'm the one who got you out of it. So if I were you I'd think twice about that before you raise your voice at me again." She sounded the way I'd imagined a mother would reprimand her child when they'd done something wrong. All I got from my mom were abusive insults about how much of a fucked up faggot I was. "Now, get some rest, it's already ten. I'll be in to wake you up at eight tomorrow morning" she instructed, then got up and left me alone in the now dark hospital room. I tried to get to sleep, but I kept thinking about my future. What if the family I was going to live with were total assholes? Well they couldn't be any worse than what I was used to, and they were letting me live with them voluntarily, so they couldn't be to bad. But what if that their kids hated me, or made fun of me? But, what was his name... Michael? Yeah, he brought be here so he couldn't be that bad right? But that left the other one, Gerard. He could hate me, usually I couldn't give a rat's ass about most people's opinions, but then again, I wasn't going to live with those people was I.

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