"You need help", I cry holding my best friends hands. His eyes are dark, shadowed by lack of sleep, his face sunken in from stress. "Im fine", he adverts his eyes, "everything is fine. I just need a small break, i'll take a week off of work and sleep. I'll take care of myself, thats all I need." He promised.
A week came and went, and he was worse off then before. I took matters into my own hands. I had him committed, he wasn't getting any better and I wasn't going to see him struggle anymore.
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Imaginary
HorrorWhat's real and what's imaginary? Sometimes the the difference is simple, sometimes reality isn't what we think.
