Tommy pov

It was around 4AM On a Tuesday, I shouldn't be in this hospital I should be in my own bed, I should be still asleep about to wake up at 5 for school. But no, fuck that. I have to be in the hospital for two weeks. I should have died, but no I'm in a FUCKING hospital.

"WHEN CAN I FUCKING LEAVE!" I scream as tears start rolling off my face. Shit I woke up my family, what can I say, I don't know what to say, all I can do is apologize. I put them through so much shit, how do I say I'm sorry for all that, why, why me. Why did my attempt have to fail, why couldn't it have worked. I'm so fucking tiered.

"I-I'm sorry guys, for, for everything. I'm sorry you're stuck with me as a son and brother." I mumble the last part. I've been so uncomfortable. And I don't mean like the hospital is uncomfortable I mean in my own body, in my own mind. I honestly don't know anymore. It all just hurts. It's all just uncomfortable.


I'm on a writers block and going through a lot rn this is all y'all get

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