"The thing is House, I don't like you."

Those were the last words my best friend said to me in two years. I screwed up. I was always screwing up. Ever since my leg injury, I was miserable all the time. Pain that would never go away, I felt I should never be happy.

Wilson was my best friend, the only friend I really have ever had. He has put up with me through everything unconditionally. Cuddy, god I loved her. She was my soulmate, or at least I thought she was.

I used to love Stacy, I really did, but never as much as I love Cuddy.

It killed me when she left me, hurt worse than anything I have ever felt. Seeing her with another man in her living room just killed me.

I lost it.

I was angry, I was hurt, and I wanted to make her feel the same. I felt as if our relationship never meant anything to her, that she could just move on without ever looking back, pretending like we were never a thing. As I was there dying on the inside.

I don't know what got into me, after I kicked Wilson out of my car, I was originally just going to ride off and get drunk or high, anything to get my head off the pain and anger that was consuming my every being.

But as I stopped at the end of the street, something changed. I wanted revenge, I wanted to hurt her.

I turned around and sped as fast as I could to her house, and drove through her dining room, knocking wilison over in the process, breaking his wrist.

Thankfully she wasn't in the dining room anymore where I had originally saw her while standing in her driveway. I got out of my car and handed her her hairbrush I was there to return and walked away. Leaving her, her date, her sister and brother in law, and Wilson completely speechless.

I went to Mexico, I knew the police would be looking for me in no time. I wanted to enjoy what freedom I had left.

It didn't take long before the police caught up to me and I was sent to prison. I took the first plea deal they offered me, a year in prison. I was out in 8 thanks to foreman.

Cuddy left the hospital the day after my incident, and Foreman became dean of medicine for the hospital. He needed my help in a crucial case, so the judge allowed me to be paroled as long as I stayed employed at Princeton.

I solved the case, saved the life of a cancer patient, someone who meant a lot to Wilson. Wilson was very cold to me, he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

A stupid prank gone wrong sent me to prison again for another 6 months. After that I just vanished.

I didn't have any plans on where I was going to go, I just needed to start over. I lost everything and there was no turning back.

I ended up in Illinois, of all places. A relatively big town, started a new life, basically doing the same thing as before, new team, new boss, new office, new building, new life.

I didn't know if I could ever be happy again, but I was wrong.