Its been three days and Brian is not back yet. I've tried calling him but he wont pick up, I've tried texting him but, he wont reply and he even sees them, so I know he's okay.
He said he'd be there for me no matter what. He's not here for me though... And now I feel bad about him not being here because I know its my fault he left, I made him upset.
I've done some bad things. Lets just say that I just woke up and there's a bottle of sleeping pills. I took two because I thought they were a high prescription but, I guess they're not.
In case you didn't know, I've tried killing myself and of course I did self harm... Great... Brian is going to kill me.
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"Are you crazy, Marissa!?" Brian is freaking out because I am laying on the floor barley seeing him. He's all blurry. He must of seen the prescription bottle. I only took two again after I wrote in my journal.
"Sit up, Marissa." He says.
I try to get up, he helps me.
"You're going to throw up, trust me, those aren't just sleeping pills. They're also pills to make you throw up when you're sick, or to make you throw up for no reason." He explains.
I nod slowly. he helps me stand me up, he then helps me get to the bathroom about five feet away from me.
He pulls my hair back, and believe it or not, he was right.
