Last words..

Frank's P.O.V
"I really didn't want to do this to you" I wrote. "But it was my only choice." I couldn't help but let the tears come out. "There wasn't anything left for me here. I wish there was but there isn't. I'm sorry, I love you." I then stopped and put the pen down on my desk and shut my desk lamp off. I went over to my bed and grabbed my razor, slowly putting it to my wrist and pressing down on it.the first couple of times were tiny cuts and didn't draw blood. The last times were me pressing down harder and dragging the blade across my wrist, drawing blood.
I laid on the bed and tried to sleep, thinking of all the people who have done me wrong. After a couple of minutes my vision then got blurry as I tried to fight the blackness. I can hear my mother calling my name at the bottom of the staircase. I then soon heard foot steps coming up the stairs, then stopping in front of the door. She knocked on the door and asked if I was okay. After a couple of seconds she open the door and screamed. And then everything went black.
Two hours later
AI wake up in a hospital room. "mom" I whisper. "Yes do you need anything? Something to drink? A nurse? I'll be right back" before she can leave I reach out for her but miss. My memory is hazy of what just happened. I keep thinking to my self why I'm here, then I remember the letter. The razor. It didn't work, although it was obvious. I look down at my wrists and see that they are bandaged up, blood stained. I try to get out of the bed until the nurse catches me. "Please don't get up, you have to lie down until the meds wear off. The doctor will be here soon, in the meantime, just lie here and watch tv" the nurse then walk over to the tv and turns it on then walking back to my bed and hands me the remote. I put the remote on the bedside table and lie on my side and try to sleep.
Just as I was dozing off the doctor then walked in. "Hello, frank, how are you doing?" "Fine, just trying to sleep." I said, sounding kinda pissed off. "I understand you tried to commit suicide? Now why would you want to do that?" "What kind of Doctor are you?" "I'm actually a psychiatrist, but you shouldn't worry about that, I have a few questions for you frank, why did you try to commit suicide? Is there something going on at home? Because if there is you can tell me." "There isn't anything going on at home it's just tha-" he interrupted me before I could finish. "If it's something to do with your mom we completely understand." " I wasn't finished talking. As I was saying there isn't anything going on its just that the stuff I've been through at school and when I was younger. That's what drove me to it. I didn't believe there was a way out, i still don't." "Now mr iero, I-" "don't call me that, that is what my father was called but now he is gone. All you have do is call me frank. Simple as that" I said as the rage in me almost hit a boiling point. " now mr ier- I mean frank, your going to have to cooperate with me. Now please answer the question." "For the last god damn time, it has nothing to do with my home life!!!" I yelled back, boiling over.
My mom then walked in and asked the doctor if he could leave us alone for awhile. Then the doctor got up and walked out the door. "Mom, when can we go home?" I said, looking out the window. "Soon sweetie, but in the meantime we just stay here" she said giving me a smile then walking over to the chair by my bed. Soon after that I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

This is just a rewritten version of my last one. And also I suck at writing. Sorry