Going, Going, Gone. [phanfiction]

Going...

I would put 'dear diary', but that's too cheesy, so...
Dear Dan,
I don't really know why I'm writing in this little book. It's not like you're ever going to read it because you're gone. Long gone. Well not long gone, only a couple of days, but it feels like you've been gone months, even years now.
I could have helped, but you left without saying a word. Who knew that a piece of rope could be such a powerful thing? Who knew that a piece of rope could take the only thing that you truly loved in the world away from you? Who knew that those knots kids learn to tie in activity centres could steal everything you had? I didn't know, but now I do.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he told me I was depressed. He gave me some little pills, but they still lay on the floor, screaming at me to take them. I won't though, because I'm saving them. I'm saving them until it gets too difficult.
I'm trying to stay sane, for you, because I know you'd want me to carry on, but I'm slowly crumbling away. There's lots of notifications from Twitter coming through on your phone, and the comment section on your 'Goodbye Internet' video is overflowing. Just come back, Dan.
This morning I completely flipped out. I threw everything I could get my hands on, and spent the next few hours lay face down on the floor. I don't think that I have eaten anything since you left, but then again, I don't know what I am doing half the time anyway.
I'm going to stop writing now, because my hands are shaking too much. Speak soon.
Love From Phil x