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"Alivia?" my older brother Michael mumbled in my ear "Alivia honey wake up. please wake up." was he crying? holy crap michael's crying! my eyes flew open and my hand reached out for his face.

"Alivia!" he exclaimed. "c'mon sweetie, we need to go."

"go? but i just woke up. i want to sleep." i said, wondering why my eye lids felt so heavy. i shouldn't even be tired.

"we need to go to the emergency room. stay awake."

"emergency room? but why?"

"look at your arms, livvy." he pleaded me as he helped me get up off the bed. my arms? what do my arms have to do-- oh.

"oh. i see." i said as i looked down at my blood-stained blouse. "mother's going to kill me. this shirt was expensive." we made our way twords the truck. he seemed to want to object, but knowing my mother, the shirt would be the only thing she worried about.

"yeah. she probably is." he muttered regretfully.

"oh my god my arm's are still bleeding?" i said as the purpose of our trip sunk in.

"yes. they have been. they won't stop. c'mon." he hauled me out of the cab of the dilapidated green nissan and into the ER. my lids felt heavy again. i fought to keep awake. everything was fading in and out...

they rolled me into a too clean, yellow room. i felt people sticking things in me, poking me, wrapping me up in different things. but i didn't even care anymore. i closed my eyes and attempted to over come the crushing blackness. i hear a voices in the background.

"again? god this child. i just don't get what the fuck is wrong with her! oh my god is that her good Armani blouse?!" my mother.

"shut up mom. my fucking sister is dying. get out." michael.

"oh my god. is that livvy? what happened to her wrists?" my yonger brother, Dean.

"well i'll just go. appearently you two don't want me here. and i know alivia doesn't. i will never understand what i did to make her hate me so much." my mother. she wasn't upset about anything besides my blouse.

"we all hate you mother. because you are an awful person. get out." michael said, sounding calm and detached.

"ma'am, we have to tell you somthing about your daughter." a nurse began

"oh! don't tell me! if they don't want me to be their mother then i won't!" i heard the sound of prada heels storming out into the lobby.

"tell me i guess." michael replied.

"you're sister isn't going to make it. we've done everything in our power. i'm sorry." the nurse left the room. michael and dean started to cry. and then everything went quiet.