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Overdosed

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Julian

I hang up with Slim and rush over to my lifeless appearing best friend.

He’s sitting up on his black leather couch with his head back and arms out to the side with closed eyes. Foam sits at the corner of his mouth and his whole color looks off.

Please don’t be dead.

In front of X on the coffee table lay pills…Oxy, a fallen-over bottle of liquor that is still dripping off of the coffee table and onto the floor dripping onto his feet, a white piece of paper lays besides the two.

I finally make it to him after my sprints and shake him praying he’s just asleep.

“Wake up X, fuck…wake up!” I scream out.

“Don’t you fucking do this to me, man, don’t you fucking leave me!” I say in panic.

“Don’t you fucking leave me…you asshole! Don’t fucking do this man.” I say as I vigorously shake his unresponsive body.

“Fuck!” I scream out with the unfamiliar sensation of tears running down my cheeks.

“You’re my brother man, you can't leave me in this world alone. Please,” I beg to the
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