Phil's POV
I wake up and head straight into the living room when I see Dan, with PJ kissing. Dan pulls away and looks at me, "Sorry Phil, did we wake you?" I shake my head and PJ just smiles. I head inside the bathroom. I look at myself in the miorr.
You're pathetic.
I slide my body against the wall and sit on the ground. I cry, and I cry.
You could end it now. And you won't be sad.
I could, I repeat. I could die. And I would be fine. I look at the counter and inside the closet. And find a razor.
I think about it. If I die, nobody will care. So I cut.
And I cut.
And I cut.
And blood is everywhere and it hurts, but it isn't enough, I look inside the miorr cabinet and grab a bottle of pills and shove them down my throat. And then I black out.
Dan's POV
Me and PJ are making out, then I stop "Phil's been in the bathroom awhile, do you think he's okay?," I say with a worried look. "who cares, he's probably fine." I don't listen to him, he is kind of a jerk at times. I walk to the bathroom and knock on the door. "Phil, are you alright?"
No answer. I begin to panic. I open the door and I see Phil lying on the ground covered in blood.
I start to scream, why? Why would he do this I tell PJ to call the police. He doesn't. He doesn't care. So I do. The police arrive with the ambulance. And ask if I know what happened.
"No, I just came to see if he was okay and I saw him. I just don't understand. Please make sure he's okay."
They said he will be in the hospital for a few and that I can visit tomorrow. I nod, still crying. And PJ tries to comfort me but it doesn't help. I just want to make sure my best friend is okay. I ask PJ to leave and he kisses me and walks out. I go inside my bedroom and try to fall asleep.
I want to visit Phil now and ask him why he'd do this.
Did he think we don't love him? Did he do this because he hates himself.
I'll find out Tomorrow. I close my eyes and fall asleep.
