“We need to talk”

DRAKE’S POV

This has to be one of the many times I wished that my legs were working.

I knew I was going to have another episode at this point and for some reason I wished the episode was one that could lead to my demise.

I didn’t want to face this or anything else after that. I was suffocating. The whole thing was suffocating me.

I began to pant in my seat, my chest tightening as it gets a little harder to breathe.

It was happening again, and this time I didn’t plan on stopping it. I wanted to see how far it went.

Maybe I deserved this and maybe I did not, but I knew I needed a release somehow.

My body convulsed against my will, prompting my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

The whole replayed over and over again in my head, how she wept and how they left. The look of disdain and disgust covering the features of their face as they stared at me like I was some monster.

Maybe I am.

But in this very moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted everything to end. I wanted this episode to be th