By Christopher Perry
I still don’t know what pushed me to do it. Honestly, it’s not because of the drink; after two or three is when my head is most clear.
I remember picking up the hammer but at some point I must have blacked out.
When I came to and saw the aftermath—what I had done—it almost knocked me back out. It’s crazy to see someone you love just lying there motionless; it brings about a crazy calm.
It’s eerie.
In that moment, you start second guessing everything. And you’re still just…lost.
Like, I built that bed all by myself?!
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