....It's cold...Where am I...?

It's so cold it hurts......

I remember....I had hanged myself...why am I here? The hospital? Hell? My memories are so blurry....ahh, it hurts so much...

Just let me rest in peace already.

Eh? Why aren't my fingers responding? No...it's not just my fingers, I can't move any part of my body....My eyes seemed to be glued shut too.

The pitter patter of the rain seemed to be getting softer, I hope it stops soon...the coldness is unbearable.

"U..Uwaa."

I tried to call out but my voice was unusually high-pitched, it's as if....I'm a baby?

"G-guu...."

My tongue...It isn't working as it should....whats going on?

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"Ke ke!"

Ah...my throat hurts.....I shouldn't have spoken...

A burst of emotion welled up at my throat and I started bawling pathetically, wallowing in self pity, I never did realize the presence closing on me.

Only when I was picked up did I realize...someone came for me....I wonder who that person is...I can't even open my eyes to look at you.

"??? ???? ????"

What is he saying? I can't understand a single word.

I'm tired...do what you want with me, I don't care anymore....

'At least it doesn't hurt anymore.' was my last thoughts as I lost my consciousness, the wet cloth I was in removed and changed into a dry one.