Title is your warning ⚠️

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Blackness… it’s dark… and quiet.. Soothing, yes, but something is wrong. Her chest aches, no- burns. There is silence -but why?-, then a loud high-pitch ring, then voices- they are soft, but they grow louder as the high-pitch ring softens. She opens her eyes; blurriness and a blinding light, blue, white… people.

“-s awake….” Someone said, then another ring, then a voice, ring, voice, ring, voice. This continues for a couple minutes, before its finally just voices. Now, she can see clearly. 

Doctors! She is surrounded by doctors.

Panicked, she tries to sit up or move, but the doctors quickly hold her down. _What’s happening!? Where am I? Who are these people? What do they want?! _Unanswered questions flood through her mind. 

“Elizabeth! Calm down! You’re okay.” One says. _No! No, no, no! I’m not okay! GET AWAY! _

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“Take the mask off.” The same one says, then another takes a breathing mask off me.

Elizabeth panics, her breathing erratic.

“NO!” She shouts, “GET AWAY! LET ME GO!” “Elizabeth. We are helping you. Trust us.”

“I don’t need help! I’m fine!”

“Elizabeth…” the doctor looks to another, which gives her a nod. “Elizabeth… you died.”

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Elizabeth lies in bed, remembering the day, one month ago, when she woke up in an emergency room and was told she had died. That day, Elizabeth had comitted suicide; stabbed herself with a kitchen knife. Her parents found her in time and called an ambulance. Everyone thinks it was murder, which haunts Elizabeth. Her parents took this “case” to court, and the police are actively working on finding the “murderer.”

Though it confused her. How could they not have figured it out yet?

Elizabeth is still recovering, and hasn’t gone to school yet. She sits in her room, staring at the ceiling, tossing a small, foam ball up to the ceiling and catching it as it bounces back down all day. She takes naps and eats when her parents bring in food. They talk to her alot, but she doesn’t want them to. _I’m supposed to be dead. I want to be dead. _She thinks to herself repeatedly all day, especially when her parents come in and talk to her.

“They’re still working on finding the… you know.” Her mom says.

“Mhm.” She mumbles, tossing the ball.

“Do you want me to stay?” Her mom asks.

“I think I should get some sleep.” She replies, smiling weakly, to convince her mom to leave.

“Yes.. Do that.” Her mom frowns and walks out.

The door closes and she sighs heavily. A few minutes pass. Then a few more. _Knock, knock, knock._

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“Come in.”

“I heard the ball, I knew you weren’t asleep,” her mom speaks calmly.

“Yep.” She sighs.

“You’re going to school tomorrow. I think its time. Is that alright? Or to soon?”

Elizabeth sighs, missing her friends, but, again, _I’m supposed to be dead. I want to be dead. _“Yeah, sure.”

“Ok. I love you.” Her mom says, kisses her forehead, and walks out.

She sighs, and grabs her phone; lots of messages from her friends; Emery; _Liz, answer me! Are you okay!? Liz? Please answer my calls! Liz. Liz! _Dad; _Want some water? No? Okay._ Clare; _Hey, I heard what happened. Please answer. I want to talk._

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She ignores them. She’ll see them tomorrow, they’ll wait. Boing, boing, boing, boing. She tosses the ball, before stopping and holding it. Why couldn’t it have just worked? But she couldn’t leave, not yet. Elizabeth shut her eyes, willing sleep to come and hoping it wouldn’t end.