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    A Discourse on Desire…Chapter 33

    Story written on February 7, 2006 by cassandra_b.
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    Tina says something mean that drives Bette to the edge

     

                Bette drove around a little bit, and then called in sick. She didn’t want to go to work. What Tina said was stuck in her head, wouldn’t go away like a cut in her inner cheek. It hurt her deeply, but she wouldn’t admit that was the reason for calling in sick. She didn’t want to be a skeleton, heck she wasn’t. She was just a little bit dazed maybe, that’s it. And her stomach was feeling a little weird this morning. Bette drove around a school, parked on a street and sat in her running car, then turned it off. A little brown bird hopped on her hood, then flew off disappearing into some bushes. Bette watched this, and then opened her glove compartment. Inside was the bottle of pills the doctor prescribed her, she hardly looked at the label, didn’t know what they were…didn’t care. She opened the bottle and downed half of the pills…around 30. Then reached into the glove compartment for the bottle of Bailey’s she was hoarding like a squirrel. Then she took a big sipped. Settled in her seat. And felt her body go strange. It was like she was asleep in no time,

     

                The next thing she knew she was being wheeled inside a hospital, she saw flashes of light; those were the lights on top of the ceiling in the hall. Bette groaned felt her entire body in pain, her head somewhere not on this planet. She felt someone poke her, slap her lightly on the cheek…”Wake up, wake up Bette” It was a hardy looking nurse, she held Bette by the shoulders and a tube was put down her throat. Bette gagged, tried to take it away but couldn’t move her arms. They made her swallow charcoal, the nasty shit slid down her throat. They took the tubing out and Bette vomited like she never did before. She passed out.

     

                Bette’s eyes fluttered open, she heard her name….”Bette, Bette….” She moved her head a little bit, her head aching. Her eyes were half-open, she turned her head, say Tina…and burst into tears. “Tina, Tina ….Help me….” Her cheeks were warm and wet; her tears seemed to have no end.

     

    TBC

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    1. That was heartbreaking and traumatic. Bette just needed a little push to fall of the ledge of false acceptance and wellness. Now she’s really asking Tina for help…the first step to actually healing. Thanks for the update.

    5. Cass, That was astounding and gut-wretching. Bette could only ignore that trauma of Paton’s death for so long before it consumed her. The more we try to repress the worst experiences of our lives and stop from ruling our current situations the more they overwhelm us and make us desperate for any way out. Thanks to the powers that be that Bette was found. Maybe now she will face and deal with her part in Paxton’s death. Forgiving yourself is one of the hardest things to do. As usual, your writing is raw and disturbing. You have a great courage to demonstrate all of life’s suffering and provide a way through this darkness to the light.Much appreciation form your loyal fan.

    6. It was bound to catch up with her and the pills and drink were her cry for help,that was a great chapter very sad but really something had to happen…

    8. I should have seen this coming, but the only instance of attempted suicide I ever saw first-hand was fast and violent, and thank god I wasn’t alone with that person when it happened. But this just shows that attempted suicide doesn’t have to be premeditated, which can be really hard for friends and family to swallow. But thankfully someone found Bette and now she can see that she DOES need help.

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