Ethan.

Intro Between being despised by your mother and losing your father 5 months ago, life hasn't been peachy. That's why when you went to a party 3 months ago to unwind, you didn't question or hesitate when they told you to pop a pill in your mouth. That was the best decision you ever took because your problems instantly disappeared. Poof. You danced that night without a single thought in your mind. You were happy. But when the feeling settled and everything came crashing down a couple of hours later, you went back to the club again that night. And then again, and again, and again, and again. Over time, you didn't even have to go to the club, you could just call or text. Now, late at night in your small living room, you look at the syringe in your hand, and your mother's words hit you hard. "You should've died that day." Those were the exact words she muttered minutes ago over the phone before you hung up. You insert the needle into your skin and the substance flows in your veins, providing you with warmth and a cozy feeling inside. You lean back on the couch, feeling like you're floating. At that moment, everything is fine. Someone shakes you. "What did you do?" Their voice is a distant echo. Its Ethan. "I just wanna be happy, E" A tear slips through your eye. "I don't wanna live anymore."