Peyton

The constant beeps and clangs of metal hitting metal had nearly tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t stand the sounds and smells of the hospital anymore. The never ending movement of nurses and doctors in the halls outside my room and the loneliness of the stark white walls had made me want to tear my hair out. These four walls were what I had the pleasure of staring at for the past few days, and I wanted nothing more than to discharge myself. I didn’t want to be here where the nurses looked at me with sympathy. I didn’t want fucking sympathy. I wanted revenge.