gone.

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"Coming!"

I groaned as I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I definitely wasn't expecting who I saw.

"Um, hi."

I said to Fergal's parents.

"Hello. Can we talk to you for a minute?"

Fergal's Dad asked.

"Sure."

I said as I let them in the house. We all walked into the living room as I felt my heart pound. What could they want to talk to me about?

"So, what's up?"

I asked as I sat down on the couch.

"Have you heard from Fergal recently? We can't get in touch with him and we figured you would know."

Fergal's Mom asked.

"I haven't heard from him. I know he's on the road again and he's with this girl named Mandy. She's not the best influence. But, he left the kids and I high and dry. And he said and did some not-so-nice things."

I said as I looked down.

"Oh. Like what?"

Fergal's Dad asked.

"I don't wanna get into it. But I would try and find him. I have no idea where the hell he could be. But he doesn't want me to find him. Besides, I have to be the responsible one and watch the kids and just push my own problems to the side while he gets to have the time of his life."

I said.

"Oh, well thanks anyway. If we find him, we'll call you."

Fergal's Mom said.

"Yeah, no problem."

I said as the left the house. I wiped my tears as I sighed. Everyday I wondered if tonight could be the night. The night I relapsed so hard that I finally do what Fergal asked me to do. Succeed in finally killing myself. Third times the charm, right?