Megan POV
Sitting, staring at the celling in the club. Fire blazing, drink in hand. The walls of the room started to spin around me and every 5 minutes I was up to get more alchohol. What am I doing! I promised the bar man I wouldn't drink again! but what the barman doesn't know won't kill him. I can feel my phone buzzing in my pocket but I've not cared enough to answer it! why does all this seem to familiar but yet so different. I feel more depressed than what I have ever been! I stood up grabbed the letter from the bedside table and walked out the patio door this time I was going to end it and I had nobody to stop me...
