Author's note: This is a story I've been thinking about for a while, and I don't know if it will come out very good, but you know what problem I have? Once I have an idea for a story, I can't get it out of my mind until I get to write it somewhere (either on the laptop or on paper) even if it's not that good. So, yeah... I hope you enjoy it.

I opened my eyes. I was... on a bed. I looked around me. I didn't recall this place. Or maybe it was because of the headache... I stared down at my hands, seeing they were bandaged. Then the events came back to me... and I remembered. I had tried to kill myself, and I would have succeeded, but I was still alive. Who had put the bandages? What was this place? I got up and walked around the room, observing it and trying to make sense of my surroundings.

It was a small and simple room with not many decorations, yet, it didn't look like a hospital room. More like a hotel one. Wait... if someone brought me here, then it means I'm not alone! Maybe-

I quickly rushed to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I tried to look through the keyhole, but even then, it was too dark. Fuck.

What am I supposed to do now? Go back to sleep?... I returned to the bed and chose to just sit on it instead of lying and sleeping. I tried to organise my thoughts and make sense of all this. Let's think of how it started... my thoughts of my horrible life. The thought that I'd never be good enough and that I'd be better off dead. My father was right all along: the people I thought were my friends had betrayed me. I had found my best friend (who had died her hair with purple streaks, like me) kissing the guy I was interested in. Sounds corny, I know, but I had told her about my crush and when I saw them together, I felt so depressed...Then my scattered thoughts came to the suicide attempt. Eww, that was not...pleasant. It was disgusting. But what's even more disgusting is that someone had tried to save me. Someone wanted me alive. But, much to my worries, that person was nowhere to be found.

Who could that be, anyway? Judging from the room, it can't be someone I know, because I would remember it. It's not like I have the perfect memory, but I would sure know if this was a place I'd been to. Ahh, the blood loss... it's getting to me. I should probably rest...

I lied on the bed and closed my eyes once more, my head still aching. Sleeping is good, I thought to myself, I'll forget everything through it. I tried to concentrate but the heat of the room made it impossible for me to sleep. I took off my jacket, but I still felt too warm to get comfortable. I had to get up and open the small window that was above the bed. I don't wanna get up... still, I had to do it because otherwise I wouldn't get any rest that night. And I was still waiting for someone to come in with explanations.

Opening the window, a light breeze filled the space. Hmm, fresh air, at last. This time I'll sleep, I thought, but a few minutes later, my arm was itching. Damn my sweet blood, attracting all the mosquitoes... I opened my eyes and sat once again, just to wave my hands at the annoying insects to go away, but there were just too many of them. Then I heard someone unlocking the door and walking in... and suddenly, all the bugs went back to where they came from.

A man entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a red coat and red clothes too. He had light blond hair and I saw that he felt kinda disappointed when he realized I was awake.

"Who are you? Why am I here? What is this place?" I bombed him with questions.

He just stared at me, looking probably as curious as I, and sat next to me on the bed. Well, that doesn't give me any clues...

He looked at me again, then he spoke. "First, I want you to explain why would a young lady, such as you, attempt to end her life."

So, looks like he's the one that brought me here. "That is none of your business!" I shouted at him. How rude... like I 'd give away the story of my life to a stranger. "You didn't answer my questions, and I asked first." I said in an angry tone, trying to convince him I had the right to know.

"Be happy that you're still alive. You were bleeding all over the place when I found you." he replied, almost in the same tone I had used.

"You should have left me die. It was my decision." I said in a bitchy kind of way, narrowing my eyes officiously.

"It would be such a shame... at your age, you have so many possibilities. You can do whatever you want. I don't understand how complicated a problem can be, to make you want to put a pathetic end to your life." he simply said.

I stared at him, confused, not knowing how to respond to that. I didn't want to explain to him the situation, but even if I did, I'm afraid he wouldn't understand. "Anyway... why do you care that much about me?" Yep, that was a rational question.

"I don't care that much about you, miss" he said, "it's just that it would be a shame if you died that young. Any other questions?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"My name is Vladimir. And you are..."

"Cordelia."

We stood there, in awkward silence for a while, till I said something else I wanted to say.

"I can understand the way of your thinking... but it's still my decision what I want to do. Therefore, your philosophy is bullshit." I never believed in these stupid optimistic ideas. I chuckled a bit and then continued, "Philosophy is for people who are mentally unstable."

"Oh, really?" he fought back. "Explain to me how someone who dyes half of their hair purple is mentally stable." He came closer to me and touched my hair for a bit, then he continued. "And that certain dye is of a really bad quality, Cordelia."

"DON'T TOUCH MY HAIR!" I shouted, pushing him away. Okay, I think I've heard enough optimistic theories in my life so I can bear hearing one more, but people touching my hair? No. Just no. I always hated that.

"Alright then." he said and got up. "I have to leave for now, but please, don't try to do anything stupid. And you'd rather close that window, except if you want the room to be full of mosquitoes again. These ones are very bloodthirsty, not like the ones I suppose you usually encounter. See you later, bye."

I would say something, but before I could think of a witty comeback, he had already left, closed and locked the door. Good. Now I'm alone again.