Night Lights, Day #1

The dark seemed to glow that night. Everything seemed different, but somehow reminded me of the past, in each blink. Memories of who people used to be flooded my mind, and had given me reason to do away with everything, to get rid of the main problem.

Myself.

I'd obviously been crawling down the wrong road, and everyone seemed to think I was a drama queen. "Making it all up for attention."
The slices on my wrists that required stitches were just for attention. It's all I could think about. I hated me, for attention from people I don't really think I could give a damn about.
I couldn't "Hate," them.
But if I had some water, and they were on fire, I'd drink it.

Smiles turned to tears and everything was falling apart at the seams. I tried everyday not to kill myself, and one day I seem the light.
I began to stay awake all day, and all night. Things were clearest in the dark though.
I started going crazy, eventually. Up for weeks at a time, I stopped eating which only made me want to stay awake more.

At about 7 AM; a few months ago, I started to sleep. Then, it became obsessive. I slept for almost three weeks, and woke up in a hospital, cords and an IV or two.
I looked around dizzily, and seen several people I didn't know.
A young girl stared right at me. Her mother, father, and a brother, my age. His coal black hair flipped my way, and his brown-hazel eyes stared straight through me, and to the scars on my arms.
Sheer embarrassment crossed my face, and I looked right back to him. His parents spoke with my family, and he pointed to me.
"She's awake,"
Everyone looked my way.