The night it happened is still unclear to me. I vaguely remember the party and the drinking. I hadn't had all that much, but then again, it was my first sip of alcohol. I remember the first taste bitterly addicting. All I remember after is guzzling down a bottle of vodka.
I was out of control at this point I my life. Depression sucked me down into an endless battle, that got worsened by the day. The cutting didn't help, nor did the fact that I had lost all of my friends. I was hopeless. But I didn't care anymore.
After the Vodka,my friend Mareen found me, drunk out of my mind in front of the toilet, covered in my own puke. Not my proudest moment, but I didn't really care at that point. The next thing I remember, I'm here, at this mental hospital, talking to
You. Who are you even? My conscience? Wow. Maybe I am crazy.
YOU ARE READING
Plot twist
PertualanganUnseen. Unheard. At least that's what she is. What will happen when she can hear the world but it can't hear her?
