As I start to feel weak and my vision fades to black, the last thing I remember of that moment is his voice, 'It will only get better." Then I black out for a while before awaking to a noise on the outside of the window.

A soft tapping noise, like a twig hitting the windowpane in the breeze, or something like that. Opening my eyes, a sharp pain slices through my head like a knife and I feel like ten hangovers hit me at once in vengeance. My stomach is tossing and turning and before I ...