Patrick P.O.V.
Everything hurt.
My head was pounding. I had a hangover and my concussion was still healing.
I don't remember what happened. The only thing that was coming back to me was a strong sense of hatred towards myself.
The last thing I remember is sneaking out of the hospital room.
Damn, I'm going to get some shit for that.
Everyone is going to be so angry.
But I don't regret it.
My wife left me. She took my son.
The hangover pain couldn't ever compare to the pain in my heart right now.
I didn't want to wake up.
But I felt that my body was alive.
It needed to get up.
Right now, I feel like my mind is separate from my body. My body is waking up, but I don't want to.
I want to die.