I stumbled into my house, immediately going for a bottle of alcohol. I slid my back down the wall as I downed it, feeling the liquid burn my throat. My eyes closed shut as I tried to breathe. Thoughts swam through my mind, each one seemingly worse than the last. I tried to block it out, tried to drown them out with the alcohol.
I had gone to the hospital immediately after I got the phone call. However, my mom had passed before I got there. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. Sarah said she told her to tell me she loves me. She tried to give me sympathy, along with other nurses, but I wasn't having any of that. I didn't want their hugs and their kind words, my mom just f*****g died. I hated that hospital, I hated all the doctors who couldn't save her.
I hated myself. I hate that
