Thomas May

My Own Personal Hell

I was 20 when it first happened. I had just started my second year of being at a four-year university, living with a few roommates that I had lived with the previous year. I was studying political science and it was mostly going well, minus my first quarter when I had stretched myself too thin after working long hours on a congressional campaign. Midterms were coming up, and I took a weekend and went with some old friends up to Los Angeles to be in the audience of the American Music Awards. That was when something strange began.