Poisoned Blood

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I wonder why the cops never showed up. That really annoys me, they either don't show up, or they show up when its already too late. I couldn't sleep last night, who could blame me? With all the action that just happened. I did fall asleep, but it was hard, I was scared, I could've died. Claire was already awake when I woke up. She was drinking a coffee and doing Sudoku in those mini books. I just lied there, staring at the ceiling. I turn my head and look at Nurse Claire.
"What if he kills everyone?" I say quietly.
"What?" She said. I don't know if she didn't hear me or she was questioning what I said.
"What if Doctor Jonson kills us all? Me, my father, you..." I say even quieter.
"I don't think he would do that" She responds, sipping her coffee. "He wants us alive so he can continue to torture us, he won't let us die."
"How do you know that? He tried to kill me more than once. He probably is going to kill me eventually, and I'd rather die than continue going through this torture," I say.
"I won't let him kill you, and I won't let him torture you anymore." She promises.
"But he almost did, and you couldn't stop him" I said. She looks away. She doesn't want to look at me straight in the eye.
"I know" she said quietly. "And I'm sorry" she continues. She sees the newspaper on the floor and picks it up, throws it in the trash. Then sits back down.
"Its not your fault. I'm just scared. I seriously rather be dead then be stuck in this hospital" I said. She doesn't respond. Probably doesn't have much to say now. She feels guilt. I lay there. Thinking. Thinking about a certain thing on my mind. Trying to decide if I was going to go through with it, something that could free me from this torture, but I don't know if I should. I change my mind at the moment. I open my sketchbook to a blank page. I draw my dog, Princess, attacking Doctor Jonson. If she was here, and I told her to attack, she probably would. She's not a fighting dog, never has been, but if she had to, she would. She's protective of me. I watch t.v for a bit, there's nothing else I can do. Claire works in her book. About an hour later, 1:00 pm, doctor Jonson walks in limping. He has a brace on his leg. He's mad. Mad that he didn't get his way, mad that Dad shot him. He comes up right next to me, with anger on his face. I stare at him nervously. Claire staring, alert, sitting on the edge of her seat so she could get up quickly if he tries anything.
"Wish you could get out of here, huh?" He said. "Well I got news for you, your never getting out" He said, almost grinning, and angry, revengeful grin. I shuffle over closer to Claire.
"Claire can't help you" he said with an uncomfortable sneer. His voice sounded dangerous and evil.
"Now, because of your father's infraction, your going to pay the price" he said madly.
"Please, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me!" I yell. He slaps my face. I cover my cheek with my hand.
"Don't yell, you miserable brat!" He yells at me. Claire is sitting on the edge of her seat, making sure he won't hurt me badly. I'm not sure what he's gonna do next, but it's probably going to be bad. He growls and grabs my wrist. The wrist without the cast. I fight to take my hand back, but he has a very strong grip, causing my wrist to bruise.
"Leave her alone!" Claire yells and slaps his hand. He just grins and ignores her. He has one hand behind his back, the other hand holding my wrist.  He slashes my wrist with a knife, my wrist starts to bleed. Claire gets up, grabs the knife out of his hand, and stabs it into his hip.
"Arrrgh!" He calls out. And slowly pulls it out. Claire stood in front of me so he couldn't get near.
"Don't hurt her" she threatens.
"Next time, you will be the one suffering, its gonna get much worse" he says hoarsely, giving us both a deadly look, then walks into the hall. Claire runs up to me and puts pressure on my wrist to stop the bleeding, it hurt. My skin was getting a little white, I think I'm losing a bit of blood from all this. Claire notices my white-ish skin, but ignores it. After putting pressure on my wrist she wrapped it up with gauze, taking the old gauze off first. He slashed the same wrist that he cut open last time. It was sore, but I guess its not the worst of whats happened. I lay down. I can't do much now it seems, and i.v and gauze on one arm and a cast on the other. This totally sucks. I think a while, think about the poison, think about my father, think about my future. When your trapped in a hospital, you have a lot of time to think. I think about what I was thinking before. Something crazy. I decided, I will do what I was thinking of doing. I go into the bathroom, lock the door, and stand in front of the mirror. Taking deep breaths. Doctor Jonson said that whatever he does next, will be worse than everything else he has done to me. Is it death? If it is, I'd rather be the quick way out. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few minutes. Just staring at myself.
"Are you okay in there?" Claire called from outside the door.
"Yup" I say. I look back into the mirror, I look closely, taking deep breaths.
"I must end it all" I whisper, and pull out the i.v, staring into the mirror, then pass out onto the floor, waiting for death, waiting for the poison to kill me. Claire heard me fall on the floor, and she had keys to the bathroom. She quickly unlocks the door and puts in the i.v.  
   Later I wake up in my hospital bed, not knowing if I lived. I put two fingers up to my neck. A pulse. Claire saved my life.  I decide, no, death is not going to solve my problems. I can't leave Claire like this, and there is hope. I need to be strong. There is no way out, not even death.