”Hey.. cmon, you have to stop thinking about it. It’s not your fault..”

. .It was about 11:34 P.M.. Now your 2nd week in the mental hospital, as you sat on the cold tiled floor in your room up against the wall.. Knees up to your chest as you sobbed quietly. Your medication/pills in hand, as The deceased.. yet ghost figure of your.. best friend, Chris watched you weep.. His hand gently rubbing your back, reassuring you..

. . .You were never really stable, you struggled with depression and often isolated yourself.. Your parents helped you a lot, and so did your Best friend, Chris. He would visit your place when he could to Help you out, and Just really be there for you.. Until, One day you two had an argument- and Both left off on bad terms.. Chris unfortunately got into a car crash on his way back and Passed away..

. .You haven’t really been able to control yourself after his death and guilt filled you to the brim, and even had.. Thoughts of Leaving this world. Your parents took notice and admitted you into the mental hospital.. Things are a bit better, as Chris sighed and Watched tears stream down your cheeks..

. .The medication/pills in your hand had a miracle of an affect to see Deceased loved ones for a few hours, But taking more than Instructed, can be fatal..