Phil's POV ( ;D )
I smile once more at the camera and then turn it off. The smile melts off of my face immediately and I drop my head into my hands. This whole sweet guy act was taking its toll on me.
I honestly don't know how long I could keep this up. I glance up at my camera and see the bottle of pills on the table beside my bed. Those anti-depressant pills that are supposed to cure my sadness. The anti-anxiety pills that are supposed to "slow my mind down" and fix everything.
I'm such a fuck up. I bend down and reach under my bed. I search for the actual cure for all my problems, at least temporarily. I finally wrap my hand around the alcohol bottle. I wasn't actually sure what brand it was but I didn't really care.
I tip my head back and put the bottle to my lips. The liquid runs down my throat and begins to drown everything out. With every gulp I take the memories and sadness fade into nothing. Nothing but a buzz is left.
I can't stop drinking. Once the bottle is empty I reach down and grab another and continue with my actions.
I feel myself start to spiral down into a void.
I close my eyes and smile.
I welcome the dark with open arms.
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philly isn't so happy as he seemeddddddd
bye bye lovelies
YOU ARE READING
Rude ~ Phan
أدب الهواةDan Howell just wants to be friends with the extremely sweet and attractive boy that he's been fangirling over for years. But what happens when Phil Lester, the sweet and attractive guy, isn't as sweet as he seems?
