Alex's POV

I wake up and memories of yesterday come back and I go into my drawers to get my antidepressants but they aren't there. Why aren't they there? No...Jason didn't...

I leave my room and go into the living room then see the pills on the kitchen counter and I take two of them and dry swallow them. In a few minutes I'll feel better, I just need to hang on until then.

I go back to my room, hide the pills and get back into bed not feeling up for staying up and explaining my panic attack to Jason. I don't really remember half of it but knowing me I probably cried myself to sleep.

After getting back into bed I lie on my side and stare at my door not realising Jason walk in and sit on my bed beside me.

"Hey..." He says in a calm voice and I close my eyes trying to keep myself together, "I know you probably don't want to talk about it but you mentioned something about someone killing people that seemed to be close to you. If you ever need anyone to talk to I'm here." He says and I look up at him.

"I'm sorry I had a panic attack and brought you into this, you don't need to worry about me-"

"Stop apologising, you can't help things like that and I'm not going to pressure you into anything or trigger anything, on purpose, again. Now I know you have some sort of bad past that gave you some sort of mental issue so I'll keep that in mind and if you need help or cheering up I'll be there but I won't be there unless you want me to be, I'm not going to treat you any different. I promise." He promises and I nod sitting up then hugging him.

He tenses at first but then relaxes and hugs me back with one hand then uses the other one to push my head closer to him. I close my eyes tight and smile on the inside. I think someone actually cares about me and wants to help.