THE EVENT

VICTORIA’S POV

It’s been two days since my last severe episode. If Aiden hadn’t come on time to pull me out of the pain and delusional state I was in, then I could have overdosed and died right there, alone in the center of my own living room.

If anyone had told me I would be losing my mind, with the probability of being confined to a psychiatric home forever in my twenties, then I could have bet my future that it wouldn’t be possible.

Everything was worse for me; right after my brother was born, I should have known that my problems just skyrocketed by 100 percent. I mean, how didn’t I see it coming?

My father had claimed that my brother was his first child, and I was three freaking years older than he was.

That was the first red flag I ignored, and it was costing me my life.

Aiden had been with me for two days, never leaving my side, sleeping right beside me on the floor in the living room, and holding my hand because I couldn’t sleep in my room.

How could I? The walls were t