Feral's P.O.V.
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~ A few days later ~
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I think I died.
Not dying. That would imply that I feel something. Right now, all I feel is numb. I don't even feel my broken knuckles anymore.
After finding out that Naddy left, I spent the first several minutes in a daze. Then it all hit me. She'd left me and didn't want to talk to any of us, to me. I blacked out after that. Came to and the whole bar was destroyed. I grabbed a fifth, made my way to Naddy's bed, and blacked out for the second time. Every day since is the same. I drink. I get angry. I black out. I break something. Three days ago it was a couple of my knuckles.
I think I'm past anger though. At least for now. I went feral, just like my name, but now...
Now, e
