Goodbye

Phil's Point of View

Phil,

I'll be forgotten in time, no matter how well known I am, I'll always be forgotten. So I'll just be another wasted life. I might as well end it now. What's the point in trying to live on with these thoughts constantly swirling around my head? There isn't one. I'm sorry. I'll stop hoping, wishing, thinking, breathing. Living. Just stop. Like that. Wake me up when I have the courage to try. I'm too scared to try and carry on with life. I'm a wasted life Phil. I love you.

This is my goodbye.

I don't know how many times I've read that stupid note. I hate it. I hate this. Dan's in hospital, after jumping off of the scaffolding someone found him and called an ambulance. I'm just siting in the waiting room praying for Dan's life. He's lucky that he has a chance of living. I remember all the happy times we've had together, he never even looked unhappy, so of course he never looked depressed. I don't understand anything. I feel like the Dan in the operating theatre is a different person to the one I know.

The doctor comes out of the A&E corridor towards me. I can feel the tears running down my face but I don't care anymore. About anything but Dan. I look up at him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Lester. We did everything we could but-" I push past him and run into Dan's hospital room to see a white sheet being pulled over Dan's equally as white face. I just break down and cry.

If Dan's said his goodbye, then I will too.

I grab one of the hospital's sharp operating instruments and pierce my chest with it. Without him I'll be forgotten in time. I smile.

This is my goodbye.