Harry's POV
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When I looked into to Phoebe's eyes I felt pain. As if she punched me in the stomach. I always hated people crying, it reminded me of when I first saw my dad cry.
Flashback
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"Hey, Harry."
"Dad?"
"Yeah, I got the call from your mother saying that you paced out."
"WHAT?"
"Hey calm down, we don't want your tubes to burst."
I look down and I see wires and tubes in my wrist collecting blood, in my nose, chest, everywhere."
"What the fuck happened."
"You overdosed my boy."
At the time I didn't remember a single thing. The one person who did was my former best friend, Chris. He was, or still is a bad boy. Doing drugs, alcohol, women, the whole 9 yards. At the time that's when I was addicted too drugs and alcohol. We were at his house, watching T.V. I think we were watching Four Brothers or something like that.
"You got the stuff Chris."
"Hell yeah I do."
He pulled out a small pouch with pure cocaine in it, one of his favorites. It was my first time trying it. I was never attracted to it like he was. He likes snorting I liked smoking. Not knowing what I was doing I grabbed the entire pouch opened the bag and dumped the whole thing in my mouth.
" WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN!"
" Isn't this how you do it."
"Uh oh!"
"What?"
You're not supposed to swallow cocaine, and since I took the whole bag, for the first time,I blanked out. Waking up in the hospital with me dad watching over me.
My mouth was still soar so my dad said I sounded really funny.
" I did not."
"Yes son you did, they've taken your blood and everything. You overdosed."
Right after his words I saw his eyes watering. One single tear sliding down his cheek.
