I've Forgotten - Part 6

“Though the doctor also said you still have to wear the bandages around your arms and apply the medication to them every day for a couple more weeks…”
I tuned my mom out once more as my hand shifted from my bracelet to my arm. I had seen the wounds underneath the bandages and to say I was shocked would have been an understatement.
Three long, blotchy lines stretched from the underside of my elbow. It grew thicker in the center of the wounds before narrowing off at the ends. But arms bore these wounds but my left… my stomach clenched. My left arm had a perfect slice that was perpendicular to the three other wounds. That one wound was so much deeper than any of the others that it had to be stitched shut.
My gaze turned to my mother who still sat there chatting away. Both she and the doctor had told me, I had gone on a hike and had fallen. While it seemed semi-probable for the three scratches that one… I shook as my stomach clenched again. What they told me had to be a lie. I had attempted to take my life. I don’t know why I had but I did. My mother must have thought that if she had told me what really did happen, it would make my recovery worse.