I sat on bed holding a picture of Phil in my hands. Why is it he took his life? He left without a single goodbye or reason? He always looked happy, never depressed, and more importantly if he was so upset why didn't he talk to me? All the emotions were going through my head. I felt the tears again. I put the picture down on the bed next to me. I laid down in bed staring at the ceiling with my hands on my heart. I felt it beating, but I felt dead. I wasn't alive. I was a dead soul trapped in a living body. Ever sense he's been gone, this was my life. When he left, he took me with him, but some of me was left behind. I lifted myself up in bed. The weight of my light body was a struggle to get up. I walked to the bathroom and switched the light on. Blinding the light was. I looked in the mirror and saw the bags under my eyes, the tears, the redness of them. This wasn't me, Where was the Dan I once knew. Where is the Dan that felt alive? Ever sense Phil did this, did it to himself. He took me with him. It was like a flash and a shocking wave of pain and I looked at my hand. Blood running out of cuts, dripping down my hand. I looked back at the mirror, but it was broken. The mirror was perfect. It was just like me. Broken, and only pieces of my left.

"Dan..."

I heard.

"Dan...why are you doing this to yourself?! Are you mad?! You're simply loosing it!"

I looked to the doorway to see Phil, standing there. What the hell was this?! I thought Phil was dead! I stared at him as he came to me. "This isn't Phil" I told myself. Phil's gone. I grabbed a broken piece of glass from the sink and held it up in front of Phil before he touched me. Phil stopped moving and stared frightened.

"D-d-dan"

He said in fear.

"It's me...Phil. You're not okay, let's go to the hospital"

I was angered. I'm not stupid, Phil was dead. I'm not quite surw who this was, but it was not Phil, so I did it. I pierced the glass into my stomach. The room seemed to spin, my legs became weak. I fell to the floor. I was going to be with Phil, that's all I wanted. I was going insane, that's not Phil I am seeing. That's my mind.

"Dan!"

He yelled. He tried to get the glass out of me but I hit him with all my might and grabbed the glass and ripped it out. I screamed in pain and went to do it again, but then he grabbed my wrist.

"Dan, enough!"

I struggled and tried to break myself from my imagination, but, then I realized, the touch seems to be too real to be my imagination. I stared into Phil's eyes, red, crying, full of fear.

"Phil?"

I heard coming from the lounge area. The voice sounded strangely similar to mine.

"Phil are you here?"

Phil loosed him grip in me. I pulled away and at that moment I was unsure of who I was.

"Phil..?"

I over at the door, Phil still on top of me, and I was as confused as confused could be. It was...me?

"Phil!"

And Dan ran over to Phil and grabbed him from behind. What was going on? Who was this man that looked like me? Phil then dropped to the ground. The room started to turn black and everyone vanished."