Withering Away in Ice 1

I awoke in restraints, Glancing around, i notice an officer standing next to me. I had barely any memory of.. anything, just voices repeatedly telling me to die. I stared at the officer for a while until realizing that he was asleep. "Hey" I mumbled. A little bit louder, i said "Hey" again. "Yo, police officer, you up?" He turned his head around, making a noise that was in between a sneeze and a yawn, and then proceeded to open his eyes. "Yeaa? Ohh um..." He scratched his head sighing, -"um your up, sorry the restraints are a little harsh." I said nothing, just stared passively at him. "You can talk you know, I'm here to help you."
"Well, see, you may not think its a big thing, but silting your wrists is pretty serious."
"Yea... well.. Wait, What?" I said parshly surprised by the "you may not think its a big thing," and majorly surprised by slitting my wrists. 
"Do you not remember? Tell me what you do remember."
Finding this a little hard to believe, but choosing to believe him, I choose to tell him about the voices.Its very hard to describe the voices, they were belivable, scary, and an fright that creates a dangourous world for me. Little was I aware of anything last night, Just the voices, invading me, taunting me. I couldnt take, They followed me, evreywhere, Frightened by this, i remembered (Slightly) Going to sleep. I choose (Probally wisely) To say this. "Well, see, I heard voices, telling me to die, they wouldnt leave, it was like die die die" My mind blanked, the word die repeated in my mind, it refused to leave, it followed me all the time, never leaving. "Die die die" I yelled this barely capible of saying anything about this, I relized I had failed. I blanked out, falling, I allowed my body to give in to the desperate sensaition of falling asleep.