"And why do you think you chose to end your life Violet?" the hospital psychiatrist asked calmly, legs crossed, pen poised over his notebook as he sat in a low chair next to the hospital bed.

"How do you feel?” the woman sitting on the edge of my hospital bed whispered, tilting her head to one side as she did.

*Warning*The story contains thoughts of/attempted suicide Five nurses, if they could be called that, came for me again later that night. Though they wore scrubs, they held their bodies with an ex-military air. They were far too efficient at holding me down when they needed to. Now was one of those times as I struggled ...

Chapter Four **Warning: story contains thoughts of / attempted suicide** The moment after I swallowed the fat red pill, I felt different. I checked to feel if the blue one was there, still stuck to the thick lemon tart hidden behind my front teeth and was relieved. So relieved, I felt drunk almost. Or high? ...

Chapter Five *Warning: This story contains thoughts of / attempted suicide I was back in my old apartment bathtub, admiring the complex series of cracks in the ceiling as I drifted asleep, slowly bleeding out. I started to slip, to fade down and away. Lower and lower into the tub until my eyes fluttered closed, ...

Okay, thought Ella. Repeat the plan back to me again. She said this while she paced around my hospital bed, where I still lay strapped down by restraints. The slow, monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall accompanied the occasional squeaking of gurneys down the hall. The only sounds as the clock struck 4 ...

As I stepped out of the mouth of the cave fortress, the sun blinded me. Helicopter blades cut through the air, and hummer engines thrummed to life. The dozens of workers escorted by guards filed into the various vehicles. Within minutes, they either took into the sky or shot down forested trails in routine efficiency. ...

Nightfall in the thick forest found me as I frantically attempted to light the pile of dry sticks I’d gathered. Sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped onto the base stick. I was trying the plow technique I saw in Castaway. Tom Hanks didn’t make it look easy, and I hadn’t yet gouged the palm ...

“Fuckin’ shit,” the bearded man growled as he struggled to grab the sticks I was using to attempt a fire. “All wrong. Doin’ it all wrong, damn it.” “Who are you?” Ella and I repeated in unison. Finally having heard us, the man cloaked in the shadows of the forest night looked over in surprise ...

Soon after the initial meeting of Don and reuniting with Ella, we all decided to keep moving, lest I be caught by the Dudes in Black, whom shall hence be named! Don and Ella glided effortlessly just above the ground. They were no longer attempting to put on false pretenses of still being living humans ...