A lot of my posts lately have to do with a “crazy” ex-fiancee of mine… for a long time, I figured I’d become known on this board for being the non-PSXer laserdisc guy, but maybe I’ll become known for having had a seriously screwed-up, dysfunctional relationship. Yay!
Anyway. Dating this woman who had severe mental health issues, She’d been committed to a mental hospital twice already in our relationship, and her parents and I ended up routinely talking to each other about her state of mind, issues that we saw cropping up, etc. Several times I got phone calls letting me know she’d been picked up by police or something. Then there was the biggie phone call. I was asleep, and her dad called. “<name> has… just attempted suicide, and it was a pretty serious attempt. I’m heading over there right now, I’ll call and let you know what’s going on.” And there was nothing I could do. I logged onto a website showing live 911 calls, plugged in her address, and watched little icons representing paramedics and police showing up at her house. Her dad called again. She had ODed on whole bottles of things like Klonopin, Seroquel, lithium, and more (she was on extremely high doses of probably 6 different prescriptions), a bottle of Tylenol, even a bottle of Tums, slit her wrists, then hanged herself in her basement. She had her stomach pumped, then was whisked off to a hospital. I spent Christmas that year watching my girlfriend in a coma. She had severe brain damage, and they weren’t sure if she’d recover. After a couple of weeks, she began to come to, but was in a delirium, shaking and babbling noise. She recognized me, though, and shrieked like a happy baby the first time she was awake and saw me sitting at the end of the bed.
She slowly regained some facility in the weeks following, and began speaking again. I was there late one night, dark had set in, and the room was dim. I was sitting on her bed, holding her hand, talking to her mom when she began pulling me close to whisper something to me.
“Please, get me out of here. I need to go home with you.”
“I can’t, you’re still sick. It’s going to be a while.”
“Then… kill me. Please. Kill me. I need to die.”
“I… I can’t.”
“Then kill me when they release me.”
There was something about the dark, the ambiance of the room, and having my lover begging me to let her die, while her mother sat there completely oblivious… the most chilling feeling I’ve ever had.