Steal A Heart ~ A Mithzan Fan Ficton

Chapter 50

WARNING: This chapter is very triggering. Contents of panic attack, cutting, depression, and suicide. You have been warned.

Word Count: 5200

3rd Person P.O.V.

It has been about a month since everyone got back from Pax. After they have been there awhile and when someone passed out from the fumes they realized that the whole office smelled like gasoline, so they called the police. When they came they ordered everyone out. Apparently someone came in their office and poured gasoline only in Stella's office. Which makes sense because she was the one to pass out. They don't know who did it yet but the police found a surveillance camera and took the tape. They haven't gotten back to them yet which is the bad thing. But on good terms Adam and his family are doing well. Alesa just got back from visiting her friends in Florida. Everybody is doing well. But then there is Max and Stella. Max has gotten more and more hot headed. The guys just stays away from him. He tries to talk to Stella but she just ignores him. Stella has not been herself. Adam belives that her depression is taking over her life. Well it is. She's not eating, she cries every night. She isn't her funny, happy self anymore. Some of the fans have noticed. Comments are asking what's up with her. Some angry that she isn't funny. Some worried about it. Ross tries to talk to her, to get her to open up but that's no use. She doesn't want to get out of bed, she doesn't want to do anything. It's getting to that point that she is becoming suicidal. And don't even mention the amounts of cutting she did. But of course Stella doesn't blame any of this on Max, she still loves him but she thinks that he doesn't love her anymore. Max doesn't know that he is doing this to her. He doesn't know what is going on in her mind, he thinks that she is depressed but not because of him. He thinks that she is fine, not extremely happy because of the depression but very healthy. Oh how he is wrong.

Adam P.O.V.

I woke up and yawned. Mason was crying and it was my turn. I went to him and picked him up. I gently bounced him so he would stop crying. Then I changed his diaper. I was happy when he only went #1 because I didn't feel like cleaning up #2. I sat in the rocking chair and rocked him to sleep. I love doing this because I could think about things going on right now.

Stress has been collapsing on me. So many bad things are happening around us right now. #Mella has been officially announced dead on Twitter yesterday. Fans are blowing up. Mostly all of them were freaking out. Half of them wee blaming it on Stella. The other half Max. Even in the office they aren't talking to each other. I haven't decided if Stella should take some time off. Her depression has worsened and it's taking a toll on her work. Everyone has noticed. Ross has been stressed about her, he calls her every night. Just making sure she's okay. I know what she feels and it's hard to get out of it. Max, I'm sincerely scared of him right now. He is so on edge and I don't know why. I know it's about Stella but I don't think he knows what is happening to her. He knows that he made a mistake by breaking up with her and Stella is playing hard to get.

On a good note I don't have a concussion anymore. It was probably the longest ones I ever had. Two weeks. It took two weeks for the concussion to heal. Painful two weeks. I couldn't go to work for two days because of it. Thankfully I was ahead of the schedule a bit. Alesa and I are inseparable. We are like a new couple but an old one at the same time. We are going wonderful.

"Adam?" Alesa said. I snapped out my daydreaming and looked at her. "What are you doing?"

"I am putting Mason back to sleep." I answered, looking down. He was fast asleep, cuddling my arms.

"Adam he has been sleeping for about 20 minutes now. You have been sitting here, staring off in space for half in hour." She whispered. That long? Wow. I shrugged and put Mason in his crib.