NIGHTINGALE

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I want to die.

That was the thought on my mind as I became conscious again. My head ached so badly, like it had been split open with a hammer, my eyes felt heavy so I kept them closed even though I was awake, my throat felt dry and sore and my stomach hurt, though that was just hunger. When was the last time I ate? What time was it? Did I pass out in the club or did I make it home? So many questions that needed answers but somehow, I didn’t have enough mental fortitude or physical awareness to try and get the answers. I just...