(TRIGGER WARING !! TOPICS OF SH)

You and Damon were both each other's best friends. You guys were the perfect friends. No one could pull you apart.

Recently, Damon started a band. You were proud of him, but also a little bummed out that you guys couldn't hang out as much, but whatever, you were still proud. But as time went on.. you were starting to hit your lowest point.. this was the lowest your mental health had ever gotten..

A few more months passed, and nothing got better.. so you decided to give up.. You were in your bathroom.. door locked.. knife on the ground beside you and a note...

You wanted your last call to be Damon, so you turned on your phone and typed in his number.

He picked up almost right away. it sounded like he was outside from the background noise on the phone.