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One week later.

Josh: Hey! How's it going? Are you okay?

Me: It's okay, things are getting better... I guess.

Josh: That's good to hear! I can come over and go over the work that you have to make up. School ends in a month, and I'll make sure that you pass. I'll help you do your work, correctly, and I'll even turn it in for you!

Me: That's sounds nice but, I don't know. Give me another week. Please, thank you.

Josh: That's okay! Take as much time as you need. Just remember, I'm here for you. <3.

I look at the screen and blush, tears falling down my face. Then, I hear a gunshot.

Two days later.

It was a failed attempt at suicide. My dad, missed by just a centimeter. He could be dead. He should be dead. I mean, I didn't think that.

Four days later.

Josh: I can come over today? Or tomorrow... really, any day will be fine.

Me: Two days, please. Any time that you're available.

Josh: Sounds good to me. Thank you.

I turn my phone off and flip over in my bed, falling back to sleep. 

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