Join Date: February 27, 2006
Cindy Blake slit her wrists on the twenty seventh of March 1999. She was rushed to Evergreen hospital, Texas at ten past two in the morning. After her mother had discovered her bleeding silently in her bedroom earlier that morning. She arrived at the hospital, roughly unloaded from a rusted Ambulance. The doctor along with his team of nurses of varying abilities successfully managed to stop the bleeding. By twenty past eight, Cindy condition had become staple allowing her anxious parents some precious minutes with there daughter.
Mrs Blake gently stroked her daughter arm, her eyes glancing worriedly at her daughter. Mr Blake stared blanking into space, is mind unable to cope with the situation. The clock ticked loudly, there time with there little girl slowly slipping away. Mrs Blake could no longer stand the strained silence in the clinical room; she breathed in deeply and spoke.
â€œWhat happened dear, why you hurt yourself like this?â€ she asked as soothingly as her desperate mind could let her.
â€œDo what?â€ the tormented girl replied, sharply removing her arm from her mothers caring touch.
â€œThis, your wrists, why?â€ her mother spluttered indigently, as her husband continued his silent depression.
â€œOh donâ€™t worry, it didnâ€™t hurtâ€ Cindy replied carelessly. Her mothers hand gripping the bed cloth in despair.
â€œBut darling, you could have seriously hurt yourself!â€ Mrs Blake gasped her mind unable to cope with her daughterâ€™s reaction to the situation.
â€œWould you have cared?â€ Cindy growled. Mr Blake unfocused eyes flicked to his daughter briefly.
â€œWould we have cared? How could you say such a thing?â€ her mother cried, shaking with anger and overwhelming sadness. â€œHow could you say such thing, Robert do something!â€
â€œLike he cares anyway.â€ The girl spat, her motherâ€™s eyes bulged, grabbing her husbands limp hand she yelled fiercely.
â€œAre you going to let her talk like that to me, to us?â€ Mr Blake pulled his captured hand out of his wifeâ€™s grip. His eyes now focus he turned to his emotional wife.
â€œWhy, itâ€™s trueâ€ he replied lifelessly. Mrs Blake anger exploded from her fragile frame, her hand weak blurred though the air, connecting with her husbands face forcefully.
â€œHow dare you, I spent 13 years of life looking after this child and you throw it back in my face, I just hope next time she slits your wrists as well!â€ she screamed, disgusted at her husband. She turned to daughter, a look of unbelief stretched across her aged face.
â€œWas I bad mother?â€ she asked faintly.
â€œNo, you just didnâ€™t stop him being a bad fatherâ€ the girl replied, her face pale and ghostlike, her premature weakness shinning disgustingly though her young body.
Mrs Blake eyes met her husbands, her nostril flared.
â€œI think you better leave.â€ Mrs Blake hissed at him, pausing briefly he got up and left room.
â€œThank you!â€ the girl said emotionlessly. â€œBut I still donâ€™t forgive you, you gonna have to work harder to earn it.â€ She continued, a mix of love and hatred burning in her eyes.
â€œOh I willâ€ her mother replied, the nurse entered the room gesturing to the clock on the Wall.
â€œI must go, remember your father does love you, he just doesnâ€™t know itâ€ Mrs Blake said uncertainly, bending down kissing her redundant daughter, she disappeared though the door.
The nurse walked towards the timid girl lying in the bed, her wise eyes slowly capturing every detail.
â€œSo, why you do it kid?â€ she asked bluntly, checking Cindyâ€™s readouts in interest.
â€œWhy not?â€ the girl replied rudely. Turning away from the nurse and burrowing her head into the billow.
â€œDarling, no-one cuts themselves up as bad as you did, without a reason.â€ The nurse answered sharply, scribbling down Cindyâ€™s scans on a clipboard.
Cindy turned to her, interested. â€œSo what if I did it for reason, not like it matters now.â€ She said suspiciously.
â€œIt does, otherwise how will you know, how to stop yourself next time.â€ The nurse stated smiling, sitting carefully down at the edge of the bed.
â€œWell what if I wanna do it a second time!â€ the girl snapped, sitting up.
â€œThen youâ€™re a very stupid little girl, arenâ€™t yaâ€ the nurse replied icily.
â€œI arenâ€™t stupidâ€ the girl murmured defensively, turning her head away from the nurse.
â€œThen why you do this thenâ€ the nurse asked, pulling the girl deformed wrists from there resting place.
The girl whimpered in pain tugging her hand away from the nurse. â€œI had a reasonâ€ she answered.
â€œWell tell me it and I can judge if it was stupid or not.â€ The nurse said, her deep smile returning.
â€œCause if I slit my wrists then maybe my mum could realise my dad doesnâ€™t care about me!â€ Cindy blurted out, clapping her hands to her mouth.
â€œWell sorry honey, but that seems a stupid reason to me, didnâ€™t you think of telling your mum how you felt.â€ The nurse inquired innocently, drawing a cigarette from her bag.
â€œHey, you canâ€™t smoke in here, you could damage both yours and my healthâ€ Cindy yelled from her bed.
â€œComing from the girl who slit her wrist, your awfully health conscience.â€ The nurse said bemused.
â€œWell I didnâ€™t want to die, just wanted to a prove a point to my mum, cause she would always side with my dad.â€ The girl muttered angrily.
â€œYouâ€™re arguing skills need some improving.â€ The nurse stated, putting away the cigarette. â€œBut your mum seemed pretty upset, she cares for you more then you knowâ€.
â€œI know she doesâ€ Cindy sighed. â€œItâ€™s just him, he just doesnâ€™t care and she doesnâ€™t do anything about it.â€ She continued fist clenched in hidden rage.
â€œDoesnâ€™t mean she hasnâ€™t triedâ€. The nurse said getting up and leaving the room silently.
â€œYeahâ€ the girl whispered quietly, filled with new hope.
Cindy died sixteen hours later due to excessive blood loss.