As the title specifies, this is the ending to the book "Cut". It was a school assignment, (yes I know, who really works hard on those things?...*cough*...I do) Anyway, I had a good time writing it. Keep in mind, I wrote this about a year or so ago, making me about 14. I acknowledge the fact that its not the best thing I've ever written, not to mention the plethora of typos ect. Please leave comments, good or bad, and tell me what you think. Personally I have no idea where the darkness
came from. I wasn't happy with the books ending and I wrote a more depressed, cheesy version to fulfill my needs. Enjoy!

After running away from Sick Minds the next few hours were a blur. I had no place to go, my dad was at work, I didn’t want to talk to my mother, and my brother was probably sick at home. I didn’t want to bother any of them, I felt as if my life was useless and no one wanted me around. All the girls at Sick Minds would get along just fine without me. I was just a big burden to everyone I met. So I ran, I ran from my fears, I ran from my hopes and dreams, I ran from everything and everyone.

I had been running for what seemed like hours. I ran passed stores, office buildings, and even homeless people. While I ran, I thought about my life, I hated it. I asked myself why it couldn’t be better, why my brother was sick, why my mother is so obsessed about health, why I barley ever see my father. It was then I decided that my life wasn’t worth living anymore. Just then, a police car pulled up beside me on the road.

“Are you ok there miss?”, the police officer asked from the open window. I couldn’t talk, my voice seemed to disappear inside my throat. All I could do was cry, right there on the sidewalk in the middle of a town I have never heard of before. The police officer opened the car door and started to walk toward me. It was then that I realized what would happen if the officer took me away. I would be taken back to Sick Minds, my mother would be hysterical with me, my father would be furious if I had to stay at Sick Minds longer (because of the bill), but most importantly my brother would be disappointed in me.

The officer was closer to me now, within a few paces. He was talking, but I wasn’t listening to him. I was looking into the face of my brother, he was always kind, optimistic, and friendly to everyone he met, even with his condition. A perfect example of a brother, it would break my heart to see his face disappointed in me. He was the only one who kept me sane when my parents started to fight about money. He helped me though all the hard times when my life seemed hopeless. But right now he was not here, he couldn’t help me.

The officer was standing next to me now. He was talking into his radio, something about a runaway girl. I still wasn’t listing. I wasn’t listening when he took my hand and led me to the police car. I wasn’t listening when he drove us to the police department downtown. I wasn’t listening when he asked me my name, or when he kindly asked if I wanted something to eat. He probably gave up hope in getting any kind of response from me. I guess he got a hint as to where I came from with the hospital uniform I was wearing.

About a half an hour later another officer came up to me and told me my father had come for me. I slowly got up and followed her into another room. I was like a zombie from a horror movie. I looked though a window and saw my reflection, I was almost ghost white and my eyes had big bags under them. I shouldn’t look like this, I’m a young girl in a worn out body. I looked five times my age in the gown I was wearing from Sick Minds.

As we entered the waiting room of the police station I saw my father siting in a dirty wooden chair reading a magazine. I lowered my eyes, I didn’t want him to see the hurt in them. He didn’t say a word as he got up and ushered me to his car. The thought of going back to Sick Minds left a horrible weight in my stomach. We got in the car and he started to drive. I closed my eyes, I didn’t want to see the dreadful building in which there was so much pain hidden. When the car stopped my father got out and came around to open my door. Silently he lifted me out as if I were a small child and placed me down on my feet. My eyes were still closed, when he calmly told me to open them. I did, but the sight that I saw surprised me. It was not Sick Minds but a real hospital.

My father led me up to the front door and pushed it open. I was wondering what we were doing at a hospital when a dismaying thought crossed my mind.
“Sam” I breathed. My father only nodded his head, too woeful to speak. Thoughts raced through my mind, like an undying cyclone of terror. ‘Was it real this time, was Sam going to make it?’ I thought to myself.

My father led me into a room with many intimidating instruments. I gasped in disbelief, the person on the bed was not Sam, who I was expecting, but my mother. She was hooked up to many tubes and machines, her body looked broken and withered. She was bruised and had scraps all over her body. I looked up to my father and noticed out of the corner of my eye another bed in the room. I looked over and froze. There on the other bed was Sam, in a similar condition as my mother. Tears started to form in my eyes as I looked at them both.

“How...” I whimpered to my father. He just looked at me with a mournful expression on his face.

“Tell me!” I pleaded with a little more force.

“There was a car accident,” he paused, “after your mother heard you’d run away, she built up enough courage to drive over and wait for you to come back.” Tears now started to form in his eyes, “She wanted to tell you how sorry she was and that life would be better for all of us.” His voice was shaky and cracking. “She wanted to tell you that Sam was getting better, they found a new medicine to help him, he was going to be alright.” He started to sob. “There was a drunk driver, he hit them while they were driving on a back road... the impact caused them to go into a coma...” After he said this he burst in to tears frantically calling his loved ones names.

I was to shocked too speak, the words wouldn’t come out. I started to tremble and almost collapsed on the floor. Just then a high pitched beeping sound went off in the room. I looked over to see flashing lights over Sam’s bed. The rest was all a blur. Doctors rushed into the room, calling medical terms I didn’t understand. They pushed me and my father aside as they started to gather around Sam’s bed. The intercoms in the hallway were cracklely and loud.

“Code blue. Code blue!” they shouted. Time seemed to run in slow motion. Doctors took two odd looking instruments, the kind you see im movies when someone’s had a heart attack, and held them over Sam.
“Clear” One of them shouted. There was a loud noise that sounded like a charge and Sam’s body jolted. The beeping sound continued.
“Clear” They yelled again, but it still had not effect. They tried it one last time but nothing happened.

A doctor with a forlorn expression came over to my father and spoke the fatal words no one ever wants to hear.
“I’m sorry, your son is gone.” All the blood rushed out of my head, it was like a weigh had just dropped into my stomach. It couldn’t be, no more board games? No more cards? No more cleaning air filters? No more Sam... My heart just couldn’t take it anymore, at that moment I died inside. My soul would forever be lost in a sea of emotion and it would never be found again. I slowly, painfully walked out of the room, not looking back. I didn’t want to see my brother’s broken body on the bed. I didn’t want to see my mothers form in that sad state. But most of all, I didn’t want to see my fathers expression, all the pain in his eyes. I just couldn’t take it.

I walked down the hall until I found an empty room with a lot of instruments set out on a table. I saw a scalpel on the end, this was as good a chance as any. I slipped into the room, unnoticed, and grabbed the scalpel. I hid it in my sleeve and walked silently out of the room. No one had noticed me, they were all to busy with other things to notice a sad girl walking the halls.

I turned the corner and saw a door marked “Janitors Closet”. I quickly slipped in and propped an old chair against the door so that no one could enter. Then I sat on the dirty floor and reflected back upon my sorry life. All the hurt and pain I had caused was going to end. Now that Sam had died, there was nothing worth living for. I held the shinny blade up to my wrists and screamed. As I pierce skin, I screamed of all the hurt I was in. I screamed all the pain and sorrow I had went though. I even screamed Sam’s name, and that I was sorry for letting him down in his time of need. I slashed frantically at my wrists, watching the blood spill more then it ever had before. There was no physical pain, my whole body was numb with the emotional pain of losing my brother. There were shouts outside the door as my vision started to fade. I started to sway as pounding started to shake the door. I wasn’t scared of dying, in fact when the darkness started to take over I embraced it with open arms. Just then the door burst open and I heard distant shouts of frantic people. I could faintly feel arms around me, picking me up off the dirty closet’s floor. But they where too late, I started dying the moment I was born. No one would ever be able to save me now.