anxious and alone |dnf|

text me plz

TW: anxiety, mention of drugs

George's POV:

Out of nowhere, Clay stopped playing and he got oddly quiet. I can hear him turn around in his chair then his breathing picked up. He sounded like he had just come to the surface of water after swimming for 4 minutes straight.

He explained how he needed to go get something, but near the end of his sentence, his voice began to shake. It worries me how he left so quickly. Where did he go? Why so abruptly? Why was it when the chat was asking about me? Did it somehow trigger him, being reminded how he was all alone in his tiny house? He's been doing so well lately and I don't want him to have to rely on the Ativan to keep him stable, I don't want him getting into an unhealthy habit.

Maybe he's not telling the truth.

I brushed the thought away as I called him. "Hey," Clay says.

"Hey. Are you okay?" I felt his voice change after that question, he was trying to hide something. "Yeah! Why?" he asks.

"Well I was watching your stream and you kinda startled everyone, and me, when you decided to end so suddenly." I paused for a moment, "I just wanna make sure you're okay and not doing anything that could hurt you."

"Don't worry George, I'm okay," he replies. I smile lightly. Maybe he really is okay.

"Okay, well I've gotta go now. I'll talk to you later or something." he hangs up before I can say goodbye. He must've been in a rush.

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Clay has been gone for weeks.

The last time we talked was when he streamed. That was on April 3rd, it's now the 27th.

"Clay please tell me you're okay." I texted every day. I know he's alive, cause he reads it, he just never answers. Did I do something wrong?

He became inactive on all of his social media and stopped contacting everyone he knew. I think about him constantly, how I hope he didn't go too far into the depths of his mind or even the drugs.

The thought of him becoming unable to stop scared me. And part of it felt like my fault. I don't think I should've ever suggested he take pills, he was in a vulnerable state, and alone.

"hey." I text him. He normally reads it right away, but today he didn't. Maybe he's just asleep. Hours pass and it was still only delivered. My heart beat slowed as I checked, hoping to see the word "read" under my message, but to my devastating surprise, it didn't. "Let me know if you're alive please."

3:49 am.

"Hello?" No response.

6:01 am.

"Clay fucking answer me. Please." Nothing.

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LISTEN! I know this is a really short chapter and I'M SORRY I literally had no other ideas of what to fill the rest of the chapter with so this is what you get!!!

THIS IS A FILLER, REAL CHAPTER (it's a good one) WILL BE SOON :))