(Dan's POV)

I wake up, my head killing me. I automatically jump out of bed, my stomach twisting in pain as I ran into the bathroom. I grip the toilet seat, emptying the very little contents out of my stomach. This is it. I can't live like this anymore. I can't; I won't. I've gone too far. All because of her. The previous events from last night were blurry. I remember a girl, who was making me uncomfortable, then Ella showed up and I don't remember anything else.

I wipe my mouth, standing up, still a bit dizzy. I quickly brush my teeth, and go back into my room, face planting onto my bed, my face being smothered by my pillow as I groan. I've never gotten this sick. I don't even remember drinking more than one drink. I don't know how one drink could cause such immense pain. I hear my door open, and jump, and look up alarmed. I see Ella walk in, and stare at her, confused. "Hey.. how're you feeling?" She asks softly.

"I.. why're you here?" I ask and sit up a bit, only to groan from the pain in my stomach and I lay back down. "Because I care.. you were drugged last night and I wanna make sure you're alive and well." She states and I look at her with wide eyes. "What?" I ask and she sits down next to me, pressing a hand to my forehead. "I don't know what the girl put in your drink. So if you're not better, I am taking you to the hospital." She says and I sigh.

"I thought you hated me." I say looking at her. "I can't stay mad at you.. and I believe you. I don't even know why I got mad, it's not like we're dating. It just hurt I guess. But yeah I believe you do it fine." She says and I nod. "I miss Ellie and Darcie." I mumble, tears glazing my eyes.

"She just took everything from me. Including herself. Me, she took part of me with her. I need help, Ella." I say, a few tears running down my cheek as I turn my head to look at her. "I can't live like this anymore. I don't like who I've become. I hate myself right now." I mumble and she gestures for me to sit up.

I do as told and she pulls me into a hug. "All you had to do is ask for help. I'll find you a therapist, hell, if you don't want that you can talk to me about your issues. I'll be here every step of the way, Dan. I promise. I'll help you, as long as you allow me to." She says and I nod.

"Thank you, Ella.." I mumble. I couldn't stop the tears from burning at my eyes and falling down my face. I really couldn't because I was feeling so many things at that moment, but for once happiness was one of them.

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I wake up, and sigh, looking at my ceiling. I don't remember falling asleep. I notice that I felt better, my stomach no longer hurt and the intense pain that once controlled my stomach is now a dull, barely noticeable pain. I sit up, and get out of bed. I look at the clock and sigh in relief. 3PM.

I still have time to make a video, it might go up a bit late but I really need to upload. It's almost been a week since my last upload. I change and throw on a beanie not really wanting to deal with my hair. I set everything up, and start recording, remembering to smile very once in a while and to laugh when needed. I'm not feeling much, and I don't need them to worry about me. I'm fine, honestly.

Half way through editing I decide to check my social media. I got multiple replies to the comment on Jemmas post that said "no we're not what are you talking about" when she claimed we were friends. Some of them said

"LOL DANS TURNED SAVAGE iM" "DAN PLAYS NO GAMES WHEN IT COMES TO HOES" "Dan stop being petty ilysm but liek she's not worth it" "JEMMA CATCH THESE HANDS HOE" "JEM YOU FRICKING FRACKING LIL BIRCH TREE ILL-" "DAN TAKE OUT THE TRASH PLEASE" "JEM IF YOU DONT STOP-" and so much more.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I scrolled through them. It was kinda hilarious. I then went through fan art and spam liked as many as possible, commenting on a few. It's the least I can do. Hopefully I make their day. They deserve after all, staying with me through my issues. I decide to get back to editing, humming a tune as I do so.

I finish up and leave my office as it renders and go downstairs. I go into my kitchen and grab a cup and look between the wine and the teabags. I shake my head and grab the tea, putting it into the cup as I heat up the kettle. I grab the bottle of wine and open it, and stare at it for a minute.

I than walk over to the sink and put it out, watching as it spilled down the drain. This feels right. I'm doing something right for once. Once it's empty, I run water into it and dump it out. I put it in the trash and sigh. I don't need it. I don't. I bite my lip, and turn around, the water now ready.

I finish making my tea. My phone rings and I place my tea down, and take it out of my pocket and answer it. "Hello?" I ask, not bothering to look at the caller ID. "Heyo how're you feeling?" Ella's voice rings through the phone. "Uh better, my stomach and head hurt in the slightest, but I'm drinking tea right now. Hopefully it'll help." I state.

"Ah okay, I'm on my way over now. I have something for you. Also Happy Birthday." She says and hangs up. "Huh?" I say and I check the date and my eyes go wide. November 8th. How'd I manage to forget my own birthday?! Wow okay.

I hear a knock at my door and smile a bit, as I walk over and pull it open. Surely enough, there stood Ella, smiling wide, a cake in her hands. "Happy birthday, Dan." She states, and I pull her into a hug.

Authors Note

This felt good to write

Please don't ever use alcohol, drugs, or cutting as a solution to anything. It doesn't help and will slowly ruin your life. I can promise you that.

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