Six days straight due to my mother breaking up with her husband and going on a psychotic rampage every night, trying to cut her wrists in her drunken stupidity. I couldn't allow myself to sleep because if I did she'd probably end up killing herself. On the seventh day, my strength finally failed me and I blacked out. Woke up in hospital thanks to Amelia coming to see me over the weekend, got there to find me totally out of it and she couldn't revive me, so she called the ambulance and police to deal with us both.
The most annoying thing is that this took place the week before my GCSE exams, leaving me at a distinct disadvantage due to my inability to revise. How I passed anything is a genuine mystery.
In case it wasn't apparant from that statement, unintentional.
The most annoying thing is that this took place the week before my GCSE exams, leaving me at a distinct disadvantage due to my inability to revise. How I passed anything is a genuine mystery.
In case it wasn't apparant from that statement, unintentional.