He wakes up from a long sleep, or so it felt that way. He doesn't know where he is or why everything is so bright around him. He screams for the light to turn off. It feels like he's been beaten to a pulp. Nothing is real here and he convinces himself that everything is just a dream, until he feels something coming up his chest and throws up all over himself. Why doesn't he remember being this fucked up? Why doesn't he remember taking these drugs or drinking this much? Nothing is reachable, he can only lie in his own vomit and question his surroundings and mentality.

The floor is cold and he swears that he can feel almost nothing. The deepest penetration could not scar him right now. He feels like he's been floating on some type of balloon that just never runs out of helium. He feels like every known person on earth has banished him from their memories. He knows he is nothing and that is exactly what is head is telling him.

He crawls to a bed that is near by and cries out loud because of the bone-splitting pain that has risen from his ribs. A million thoughts flood into his head, the pain makes it feel like these thoughts are being pumped into his head by someone else. He no longer has control.

What did you do? What did you do...

"What the fuck did I do? Did I think that this would be this easy? Where the fuck am i?"