Hold OnEverything hurt.
My arm was dislocated. Some of my ribs broken. My head felt like it was about to explode, and my belly hurt like something had ripped inside. The world was packed with cotton wool.
I wanted to die.
I was glad to be alive.
I really, really wanted to die.
I clutched the table above me with my good arm, using every single ounce of will to drag myself upward. to keep conscious against the pain and dizziness.
Grabbing anything I could get my hands on – tables, chairs, even digging my fingers into the gaps between the wall boards – I pulled myself forward, step by step by step, and began the endless, painful walk home. Like I’d done a thousand times already.
I pushed through the pain as everything around me turned darker and darker – by nightfall? By my failing str
