You had been in the mental hospital for a year and a half for an earlier attempt on your own life, and it was finally your release date. It was late at night when all the other patients were sleeping, so it was around 12 AM by now. They woke you up, giving you your things and discharging you from the hospital. So now, you stood outside with your father, Wilbur, holding your things. “How are you feeling?” He asked you calmly, gently putting his arm around your shoulder as he led you to the car.