Chapter 8
At that moment, a passerby saw me and shouted loudly, “Someone is trying to commit suicide.‘
“Quick, quick, call the police.”
At the same time, Derrick and Collin were knocking on the door.
Derrick said, “Ariana, if you dared to die, I would smash all the dolls in your room.”
I used to love dolls the most before. Every time, I would ask him to buy them for me and keep them carefully in the cabinet.
Derrick didn’t know that I was a person destined to die now, with nothing to be attached to anymore.
Collin said, “Have you ever thought about what would happen to your mother if you died?”
Mom and Derrick were there.
He took good care of her.
I closed my eyes and jumped.
With a loud “bang,” I felt like all my bones were broken because my whole body was in pain.
My vision was blurred, and there were screams all around.
Leonard happened to pass by, and when he saw me, his face was filled with terror as he ran towards me.
Before this, I thought death was something very easy.
Now I realize, it was really difficult.
I jumped from the third floor and didn’t die.
Just broke my leg and ribs.
Derrick got very angry and immediately contacted the mental hospital to have me sent in.
Collin also agreed, saying that I was already at death’s door.
As for Leonard, he just looked at me disappointedly and said, “Ariana, you really have gone mad.
They looked at me with disgust, just like they did before.
Tears slid from the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t want to argue a single word.
At that moment, my mother came in and saw me like this, crying and trembling all over. She asked me why I couldn’t see any hope, and in the end, she fainted from crying and had to be taken for rescue.
I wanted to go see her, but Derrick wouldn’t let me.
In the following days, they took turns guarding me.
He didn’t say a word to me, just forced me to eat.
I couldn’t resist, I could only take a little in, and my life was also hanging.
Finally, when my body had recovered a bit, they immediately sent me to the mental hospital.
I knew that if I went in there, I would never be able to commit suicide again.
These days, I spoke for the first time.
I lay on the hospital bed, pulling Derrick’s clothes and begging him, “Brother, I wasn’t crazy, please don’t send me away, okay?”
Derrick was moved when he heard my words.
I knew he still cared about me, after all, his affection for me once reached eighty percent.
I thought he would feel sorry for me and agree with me this time,
In the next second, he said, “No one would admit to being sick.”
“We did this for your own good.”
