Last; ~P.J.M~ [COMPLETED]

Help

I saw blood.

I called an ambulance.

They picked up my mother.

They asked me if I was feeling sick.

They asked me if I was okay.

I lied and said yes.

They believed me.

I threw out all my drugs and cigarettes and beer.

I looked at a picture of the old me.

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself break down and cry.

Because I realized that I was never really happy.

I thought I was.

But it was lies.

And then I called out for help.

Anyone.

“Help…”
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