Help... *dan pov*

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After Phil left me, I didn't do anything except sit in a corner and bawl my eyes out. I only had him. And now he was gone. What was even the point of living anymore! There wasn't one. I dragged my resigned feet towards the medicine cabinet and took out the pain killers. The label said 'one once an hour' but I didn't think that would make all the pain disappear... I poured the whole bottle out onto my shaking hand, not caring if a few fell to the floor. I tipped my head back and swallowed them down. I immediately felt them kicking in. The pain was numbing, the voices screaming at me shut up, and I fell to the floor. I thought I heard the door open and someone, who am I kidding, Phil's velvety voice shout, "Dan? Dan look. I'm sorry. Forgive me?DAN?" I then drifted away...

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