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*possible trigger warning, nothing graphic or explicit*

I remember hearing the ambulance pull away, the sirens getting softer. I didn't go in the ambulancewith him because I wasn't family. I was to meet him at the hospital tomorrow at 8 am when visiting hours started. I don't think I slept at all that night.

The door in which Phil locked himself behind was left open after the paramedics knocked it open.

I remember the horrific scene. Tear stained pillows. Blood stained towels.

I don't remember how it got caught on camera, I think I dropped it when it was Powered on and that started the recording.

It was my fault.

It was all my fault.

He did that to himself because of me

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This has gotten dark. It'll get happy again soon because I prefer to write happier stuff.

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~Madi

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