Dan's view

The knife drops from inside my hand, my eyes scanning over the deep gashes I made on each arm. A faint smile appears on my now pale face, the dark, red blood gushing from my arms and onto the ground. My legs get weak as the blood continues to drip. My legs finally give out and I soon drop to the floor much like the knife had. The pain and numbness felt so good, so right.

My Dear Phil,

I lie upon the ground, I can feel the blood pumping hurriedly out of my arms and onto the cold, hard floor now. I just lay there though, enjoying the pain that now surrounded my whole body.

I don't mind dying, infact I wanted this. Everything in my life had already left me. Death is also a bit over rated if you ask me. Why be so scared of something that is going to take all the pain away? Death will take me away from this horrid place. It doesn't pay to be here anymore if my heart is already far gone. When you walked out that door, I knew I couldn't go on. I was weak. I couldn't tell you how I felt. I couldn't even speak to you. And i'm sorry for that. I'm too weak to do anything. I'm too weak to live. I just need the pain to end. I hope that when I'm gone that you won't think that me leaving is your fault. It's always all my fault, everything is. I don't want you to grieve for me. I don't want you to cry, but to be happy for me.

I feel happiness as my vision started to fade away from me.

Why did you do this to yourself? You might ask. In this letter that I left for you when I'm gone, I want you to know how I feel. I want someone to know. I want you to know how much I love you. I will indeed miss you. Although I will watch over you when I'm gone, make sure all goes well for you in the future.

A small tear escapes my closed eye as I lay there, the silence of death surrounding me.

I can watch you fall in love, have kids, grow old and I'll just smile. Something I would never get to do if I was still here. And maybe someday, when you leave this place like I do, we can meet up. I would very much like that. I think to myself that I will be alone once I'm gone, but then I just laugh. I had always been alone in this world. I wasn't cut out for this life. I can't be here anymore. Even if being with you brought me to life these many times, I still always felt alone. I hope that when I leave this place Phil, you will still remember me. That is all I ever want. I hope Phil (If you're reading this) that you can keep me in your heart. I want to be there. Please, just remember me. I love you, and please don't forget that.

Forever and always with you,

Dan

While I hear the door to the flat bolt open, Phil's voice frantically echos through the walls, calling for me. The note in my hand is wet with blood, but I don't panic. I feel calm. And then I just start to fade far, far away into the comfortable darkness that takes me from this dreadful, dreadful place.

A/N: I'm in a sad mood okay? don't you judge me. I just wrote this on my ipod meh. if you like it good, if you don't its okay c: bye bye for now ^^