-()-I Didn't Mean It.

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Dan's p.o.v.
One of our used to be fans killed themselves because of us. I couldn't believe this. It had been a few day now and neither of us had gone out of the house. Right now I was sat in front of my computer with a large bottle of hard liquor. It was about 3/4 empty so I just tipped it up and finished it off.
Phil's p.o.v.
I did this. I caused this. I had felt guilty about it. I should have at least texted her. Maybe then she wouldn't be dead. She was an awesome person. I mean... I hadn't even known she had a YouTube channel. She was the kind of person who didn't brag about stuff.
Dan's p.o.v.
I stood up to go to the bathroom. It was more of a stumbling around than walking but it was the same thing. I kneel by the toilet and threw up. It was to be expected since I had been slowly drinking our supply of booze for 8 days. I hadn't had a single break in there at all.
Phil's p.o.v.
I wish that I could go back and make this all right. But it's impossible. My phone dinged and I refused to look at it. All I had been getting were hate messages, messages telling me to go kill myself. That I wasn't worth it. Maybe they're right.
Dan's p.o.v.
I heard Phil sobbing in the next room over but ignored it. It wasn't something new. I grabbed some asprin from Tha cabinet and took 3 of them. I say on the porcelain tile floor and cried.
Phil's p.o.v.
I should end it... I shouldn't be here. I make a split second decision that may get me killed in the end. I started a live stream.

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