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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 (𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩) - 🥀🖤

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Tears streamed down Drew's face as he ran into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. There was nobody home, apart from the maids, because his parents were on another fucking business trip. The maids would leave soon, and he'd be all alone. He already is alone, so what difference would it make?

His life fucking sucks. Today fucking sucked. I mean, finding out your girlfriend is a cheater and losing your best friend in the same day could fuck up anyone, really. It especially fucked up Drew. He would never admit it, but he had formed a strong emotional bond with Jake, the peachy boy was a perfect emotional replacement for his absent parents. Now Jake was gone. And Zoe was gone. So what was the point?

Drew was a ball of anger, he was shaking with fury and sadness. He felt useless. He felt pathetic that he was the last to find out his own girlfriend was a filthy cheater and a gold digger.

He wasn't thinking when he walked into the bathroom. He was completely zoned out as he cut into his arms, moving onto his thighs when there was no more skin left to slice. His mind was foggy, and he couldn't even register the pain. He only felt a light ache. It wasn't his first time self harming, but tonight would be his last time. He had a plan. The clock struck 10pm, and Drew knew that meant the staff had left. He was sitting on the bathroom floor, and he shakily stood up when he knew he was finally alone.

The medicine cabinet creaked as it opened. With shaky hands, Drew grabbed a handful of random pill bottles. Pain killers, his antidepressants, paracetamol, he didn't give a fuck. As long as it killed him. Drew had been thinking about this for years, and the only thing stopping him was the thought of Jake being devastated by his death. Well, Jake had left him, so Drew didn't care anymore. Henry and Liam wouldn't even miss him, he was such a shitty friend. Drew didn't even bother to grab some water as he swallowed handfuls of pills. The different coloured supplements mixed up in his hands as he just continued to swallow. Rather quickly, he felt dizzy, and his legs gave out before he could catch himself. The pills were spilt all over the ground, making noise as they all scattered and bounced against the tiled floor of the kitchen.

His eyelids began to feel heavy, and he started to throw up all over his front. Shaky and crying, his vision started to blur and suddenly everything became very real. He was going to die. And he was okay with it.

As Drew lost consciousness, all he could think about was that the cleaners weren't coming round for another 2 weeks.

So he was going to die and rot alone.