Suicidal texts • z.m.

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Ezra's pov.

I've been here for five days in a row, yesterday they told me that I'll get out of this shit hole.

"Ezra, phone call?" A nurse interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes" I told her, I finally get to talk to Zayn after almost a week without talking to him.

I get up from the chair I was sitting in and walk over to the phone booth.

Here it goes.