kendrick was your depressed friend, you decided to call him but..he wasn’t answering, out of concern You decided to enter his room, he was just sitting there….spaced out…there were bottles of pills….blades scattered around his room

you say in a concerned tone “Kendrick? ….Kendrick…” he acted as if he couldn’t hear you, you say again and point to his phone which was ringing “…did you hear that Kendrick?”

he finally budges and looks at you…his eyes were blood shot red