Phil sighed out as he woke up once again. He wished things were not so dull like everyday had been.

He decided on reading some more of the diary, and then maybe he could find out what really happened.

'September 13th, 2008;
Dear diary,
Despite the beating I received from Derek today and the bruises from yesterday, today wasn't so bad. I avoided all my 'friends' and slipped right through school easily.
My parents went out so I have the house to myself.
Maybe things will get better.

-dan.'

Phil smiled, turning to the next page just as he received a phone call.

It was Charlie.

Phil answered it. "Hello?" He yawned.

"Hiya!" Charlie greeted cheerfully. Phil chuckled. "Whatcha up to?"

"Oh, nothing much," Phil replied, stretching a bit. "I just woke up."

"Well, isn't that lovely!" Charlie chirped.

Phil giggled, shaking his head. "Sure."

The two talked for awhile, Phil only half paying attention -as he was reading the diary- until he stumbled upon this one page.

"Uh, hey, let me call you back," Phil murmured, hanging up and dropping his phone.

'September 21st, 2008;
Dear diary,
Today, it's over, I'm be done with this fucking book. I dunno why I kept the stupid promise to write in this: it didn't stop me from cutting myself.
Connor hasn't noticed anyway- he's too busy with Troye.
All of my 'friends' are too busy to spend any time with me at all. They've all kind of abandoned me.
Well you know what?
I'll abandon them.
How about that?'

Phil bit his lip when he turned the next page: there was blood on it. The writing was different as well.

'September 23rd, 2008;
It's all going to be over soon. I'm going to the lake in the woods near the edge of town. I'm going to drown myself.
I don't think anybody will miss me.
I don't think they'll care.
It'll be okay.
Nobody will find me. Nobody will find this.
Nobody has ever loved me anyway.
Everything is okay.
It's okay.
It'll all be over soon. No more pain, no more suffering.
No more dark thoughts to haunt me. No more reasons to cry myself to sleep at night. No more nightmares. No more bruises from Derek. No more feeling of abandonment. No more reasons to cut myself.
No more anything.
And that's okay.
I don't need to cry anymore because it's okay.
Really.
It's over.'

Phil breathed out shakily, a few tears falling from his eyes. This was the most horrible thing he ever read.

He flipped the page again, seeing more blood along with the words 'love me' written down. He flipped another page but there was nothing else. He kept looking, but nothing.

Phil closed the diary and wiped his eyes. He may had found out where he probably could find Dan, but this was terrible.

He sent a text to Charlie saying he didn't feel good and would call him later, but really, he just wanted to cry for poor Dan Howell who ended his life too soon.

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Okay hi  I hope you liked this and stuff see you in the next chapter c: