Shattered By Broken Dreams

**Chrissie's POV**

I don't remember blacking out...I'm usually so good at stopping before letting it get too far but I guess I had other things on my mind.

I peel my eyes open and look around...this is not my bathroom....oh great, my parents must have found me in a pool of my own blood and dragged my unconscious body to the hospital. My sore wrists are bandaged and restrained to the bed...wonderful, I'm on a 72 hour suicide watch...my family must be so proud.

I wonder if they called Zacky and let him know the truth. I don't really care... I think he would just be disappointed in me like everyone else, and it would only be a matter of time before he started hating me as well.

I don't want to face my parents, especially my mom. I can see it in her face that I'm just a fucked up mess to her...and emotionally, I can't deal with that right now.

I sigh and close my eyes and before I know it, I quickly drifted off to sleep... I guess I didn't realize how tired I was, but I haven't really slept well for a while so I'm not really surprised. I love sleeping...it's a time where I can forget all of my worries and finally feel safe.

I open my eyes and feel someone's hand resting on my arm. I blink a few times and see my sweet older brother asleep in the chair next to me holding my hand. 'Great, they called him' I think to myself....It's not that I don't want to see him but I don't want him to see me like this.

I glance around the room but don't see my parents anywhere...at least that a plus. A sigh escape my lips and I fight the urge to cry but fail and let a few tears roll down my cheeks. I let out a quiet sob which causes Zacky to stir in his sleep and soon his piercing green eyes are staring back at me.

I wonder what he's thinking...

Notes

I hope you guys like our story so far!
I'm sorry if this is little short, I had a pretty bad writer's block but I tried my best :)

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