The Bottomless Pit of Mentality

Regret.

He walked up the stairs towards Jacks hospital room. Every step echoed louder than the last. He approached the door, and felt his anxiety set in. Why did he care so much? He felt so stupid. He gripped his chest and took a deep breath before turning the handle and walking through the door. He sunk in guilt when his eyes laid upon Jacks near to lifeless body. He did this. He sat by Jacks bed and took his hand, gently kissing it. He felt so hurt, but Jack didn't deserve all of this. He sobbed in guilt and remorse by Jacks comatose side for hours. "I'm a monster. I'm a monster. I'm a monster." He kept repeating it. Hours went by. "I'm a monster." The nurses came in. "I'm a monster." It never stopped. He trembled and whimpered as he held back tears. "I'm...im a monster.. " he cried. Weeks went by, and he remained by Jacks side, refusing to leave. He cried for countless hours, exhausting himself to the fullest. But he still stayed right there. He starved, and still sat right by Jacks bed. Weeks turned into months, and he was losing himself. But he remained beside Jack. On the 57th day, Jack woke up.