I call Phil hoping he would pick up the phone this time.

But as usual I just get forwarded to his voicemail.

"Phil...I'm sorry. Please don't leave me like this, I can't take it." I pathetically say into the receiver.

I shut off my phone and throw it against the wall. I watch it hit the wall causing a small hole to form.

I begin to cry. I cry and cry and cry.

No one is here to stop me this time. No one is here for me anymore.

I'm all alone with no friends, love, and happiness. Nothing.