Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-36358996-20180728160817

I don't really understand why my story was deleted. I have been looking threw the rules and such, but haven't found anything wrong with it. I would really appreciate if somone could point out what was wrong with it. I will post the story below

She comes for us all

ADVERTISEMENT She asked me if I loved her, and I said yes. She dragged me into the sea as fast as she could. Bringing me deeper and deeper into the depths of the ocean. She took care of me in this ocean, and she would push all the water away to keep me from drowning. I started to feel as if I was never going to have to worry again, but something happened. Blood started seeping from my left wrist, and she held the blade. She let the water pour into the room she made for us. I struggled to keep my head above the water I saw her, and she was just standing there laughing. I've never felt this find of pain before. I wasn't entirely sure if it was the pain of betrayal, water filling my lungs, or the wound on my wrist. I couldn't breathe. I can't breathe. My life began to flash before my eyes. I saw my friends, my family, and her. She took everything away from me. I wanted to rip out her heart and watch it decay in my hand, and I wanted to fill a bathtub with her blood. Creating my own sea. I ended up passing out from the lack of oxygen, and a man having a walk on the beach saw me. He was an off duty parametric on vacation, and rushed in to save me.

I woke up in a hospital of some kind, but something seemed off about it. There was another person in the room with me, and I didn't have any IVs running into my arm. A nurse walked into the room, and said to me

"Hello! Rise and shine sleepy head! Alright so today we're gonna eat our breakfast and then we have scheduled a group therapy appointment, so hurry down to the lunch hall!"

I was oh so confused. I guess they didn't see that I needed and IV, and the hospital must be over crowded or something. I also noticed I was wearing a basic T shirt and sweatpants. I walked out of the room to see many other patients who where also wearing the same thing. I looked threw each door to see which one might be the lunch hall, but I kept seeing posters that were about crisis help lines. Well it was a hospital after all, and they usually do have posters about where to find help. I found the lunch hall, and saw that each chair had a name on it. I looked for mine, and eventually found it. I sat there and waited, because I wasn't all that hungry. The nurses told us when we are done eating to go into the room next door. I did as they told and walked into the next room. The room had about twenty-five chairs in a circle. One chair was black while the rest were colorful and bright. i sat in a green chair, because the black chair was most likely for someone much more important. as everyone filled the room a elderly man walked in wearing a pinstripe suit. He started with a

"Good morning everyone I hope you slept well"

I would have said I slept horribly, but Its not my place to speak. He started asking everyone how they were feeling individually, and I began to stare at my arms. My left wrist was still cut something horrible, but it had scaring underneath the more fresh wounds. I was just starting to wonder how they got there when the elderly man asked me. It caught me off guard, so I jumped a little. I then said that I was confused about where I was and why I wasn't being treated for almost drowning. He said he wasn't my doctor, and that he didn't know anything about that.

I asked the nurses who this doctor was, and they just answered with

"Sweetheart, who's your doctor? I'm sure that he or she would love to visit with you!"

I told them I didn't know who my doctor is, and to please show me where I can find out. The directed me to a desk next to a large locked door, which was most likely the entrance to this corridor. The lady at the desk asked for my name and date of birth. I gave her it, and she replied with the name "Howard". That's all she told me, so I stood there because I thought she would give me a place to go see him at. However she just said

"Scram you little lunatic! I got shit to do!"

I did as I was told and walked away. I walked down the corridor until I met another nurse. I asked her where Dr. Howard is, and she told me that he was in office B-7. I walked over to the front desk, but instead of stopping there I turned to face the doors across the hall. The doctor must be in this room. I entered to see a man that looked to be in about twenty-five or so, and he had a childish smile that went well with his messy hair. I didn't know how someone this young could already be a doctor. He told me to sit down, and then he asked my name. I told him and he said

"Ah yes, you're one of the newer patients here. You have refused to leave your bed since you got here until now and haven't eaten either. Are you feeling okay?"

I wanted to say that no I wasn't and that I have no idea where I am, but I simply said that everything was fine and that I was just really tired from fighting the waves in the ocean. after I said that his eyes seemed to fade, and his childish persona became one of a serious business man. He took out a clip board and looked me in the eyes.

"Lets talk more about this ocean" he said

I sat there trying not to laugh. I told him that I am from the shore line, and that it is really hard to miss. He looked me dead in the eyes, and said

"Miss, not to disrespect but if your papers are correct you live right here in this town. Which is about a 3 hour drive from the ocean"

I didn't know what to say. She took me to the ocean, and I know that for a fact. However I still don't know how this is important in my quest to find out where I am. Dr. Howard's phone started to ring, and all the color came back to his eyes. His childish persona came back when he talked to what sounded like a women. After the phone call ended he turned back around, and apologized saying that he has to head over for an out of the blue meeting. I left his office with the same knowledge I had when I went in. The lady at the front desk saw me while I walked out and hollered at me when I stood there for a minute. After about 2 hours I found out what the group was doing, and as soon as I got there Dr. Howard called me into his office. So I walked back over to B-7, and sat back down in the chair. He turned around and sat down as well. He already quit his act, and said to me

"You don't know where you are do you? Well you know your in a hospital, and your half right. It's a different kind of hospital. You are at a mental hospital"

Once again I didn't know what to say to this man. He shook me to my very core. I stood up and walked out of the office, and walked to my room.

I met her at a party. Shes was friend of a friend. I remember hearing about how shes dated almost every guy that was at the party, but I just laughed at that. what a whore I thought, but then I got separated from my friends and ended up next to her. She asked if I wanted to meet up with her at the boardwalk on Friday, and I said yes with hesitance. When I was there with her I felt strange. Was it love? Was it Infatuation? I didn't know, and still don't to this day. We got together after that, and she took my hand and brought me to the ocean. It was calm and quiet, but she ran straight into the water taking me with her. I felt at peace with her, and I loved her a lot. Why did she leave me to die in the water? Why did she cut me? I still don't know why, but it must be my fault.

Dr. Howard is tried to fill my head with lies again. He kept telling me that the ocean I talked about isn't real, but the ocean covers most of the planet so it must be real. Then he told me something that actually made me want to smack this man. He told me that the cuts on my wrist are from myself, which doesn't make any sense. I saw her with the blade in her hand, and it was the one that hurt me. He said to me

"You can't live in denial of what you did to yourself. Okay look I have been trying to be nice to you, but I am just gonna come out and say it. You made an attempt on your own life, and the scars on your wrist are from you hurting yourself for about a year. This 'She' you are taking about didn't do this you did".

My eyes were open. She cheated on me with some guy from her job, and I was hurting myself for several months. I decided that the world wasn't worth living in anymore and cut threw a handful of veins in an attempt to die. My roommate is the one who was training to be a parametric. She used me like a toy just get fun out of, and threw me in the trash like you do with every toy after it gets old. The sea was my depression building up, and she was the only shield I had against the rushing waves that bashed against my skull. Her shield was a lie, and when she decided that the lie was done it all rushed in. Instead of water it was blood. It drained from my arm, and dripped on the floor.

She or he comes for us all. There will be someone in the world who will slowly rip you heart out twisting and turning it until it comes out. Don't follow in my foot steps. Be the stronger human-being. Don't let her pull you into the sea. 