You're in your room sitting on your bed thinking about life. You always think that you're not good enough, that you fail at everything.

You grab your phone and make one last phone call.

"Hello Gemma-Lee, what's-" you cut him off in the middle of his sentence. "i overdosed.." That's when you hear him yell into the phone. "Stay on the line with me." he speaks through the phone while rushing out of his place encouraging to keep talking with him while he rushes over to your place.