Don’t Give Up On Me ~ Bryanna

I was surrounded by unrecognizable voices. The faint sound of a woman's voice pierced my ears
screaming for someone to quickly tighten my restraints. Where was I? The feeling of the cool
room and the pinch of the needle in my arm alarmed me,“Where’s Jase?” I shouted. After what
seemed like hours, one of the nurses finally explained that I was in the hospital and I had been in
a coma for two months. I then tried to unravel the events that occurred. Jase and I on the sofa. I
finished eating cauliflower hot wings, and then I went to our room. We exchanged ‘I love you’s’
and I kissed Jase goodnight as I had done every night for the past three years since we moved in
together, nothing abnormal. Frantically, I tried to remove the restraints but the nurse warned me
that I was considered a danger to myself and if I continued to resist, I would be isolated in a large
white room. Truthfully, this sounded blissful. Just as I began to resist, she handed me a rose with
a soft smile, allowing a letter written on a measly half-used napkin with a microscopic heart on
the right corner, to fall into my lap. It was from Jase. It read:
“My darling Avery,
You tried a few weeks ago to end your life and I can't help but think it was my fault. You
screamed, telling me that I was the worse thing that happened to you. I have loved you for so
long but everytime I come closer to you, it seems like you push me away. I tried so hard to get
you to love me the way I love you and I’m so sorry, but I’m done. I’ve waited by your bed for
weeks but I met someone amazing in the cafeteria and I just can't continue waiting for you to
decide whether you want to get over feeling sorry for yourself or actually live a life. I can't fight
for someone who repeatedly refuses to fight for themselves. I hope you can forgive me.”
Love,
Jase
I gripped the rose in my hand allowing the thorn Jase forgot to pluck to become wedged in the
center of my palm and felt my warm blood drip down my arm. A second later, I heard the
machines beep rapidly and my eyes began to tremble and roll back. I struggled to catch my
breathe and was shaking uncontrollably. The nurses shouted “Code Blue! Room 108!” They
turned me on my side and back down and repeatedly yelled “Clear!” I felt every shock go
through my body but I knew it was over because they told me to not give up on myself, but I
already had. The machines stopped beeping and the room finally went black and silent. I wasn't
scared and most importantly, I didn't care. All I could think about was how Jase gave up on me.
Honestly,how could I blame him?