Just a sad song

●CHAPTER ONE●

Scotty's P.O.V.

I paced around mine and Kristen's room, my socks sliding slightly on the wood floor. I felt off. But more than  that, sad. Very sad. I couldn't find a reason to get up in the morning, I'll die anyhow, and I never got out of the house anymore. My pacing came to a sudden stop as my foot banged the leg of my bed.

"Ah fuck!" I yelled loudly.

"Are you ok?" Yelled a feminine voice, - Zane - from the other room.

I paused, was I ok? "Yeah, I just stubbed my toe!" I answered with a yell.

I just needed to tell someone that my depression was back, then everything would be ok. But Kristen was out visiting family for another week and a half... and Todd was in Vegas for the weekend.

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I knocked on the white door between where I was standing and where David was filming. I could hear laughs from the room as footsteps walked towards me, and the door was opened.

"Are you busy?" I said right as I saw David's face.

"Ya I'm film-" he started gesturing to the camera until he saw my solemn face.

"Are you ok?" He asked slightly worried, slightly suspicious.

I paused, was this the right thing to do? The right person to tell? "David I-" I started just as Jason walked over to David and I. I turned and walked out.

"Wait Scott! Jason I'll be right back" I heard David tell the older man behind me.

I ran. I ran out the door, down the street, through an alleyway, and turned left. I finally stopped to catch my breath and looked around. I was at some kind of playground, a slide was to my left and a swingset to my right.

I trudged toward to swingset, as my eyes twitched and tears started to leak down my cheeks.

David's P.O.V.

I ran outside, calling Scott's name loudly. "What happened?" Jason said from behind me, slightly out of breath.

"He's probably just doing a bit for the vlog." Zane said, though he didn't sound like he believed what he was saying.

"I don't know... He came to tell me something but then he ran out..." I said, obviously worried. Nobody said anything for a minute.

"You don't think his depression is back, do you?"

-

I sat in the living room watching Shane's new video. We had decided to wait and see if Scottycame back - preferably laughing about a bit - before calling Kristen, Todd, or his family. I had tried calling Scott's phone as soon as he ran out, but it went straight to voicemail.

It had been about two hours since he ran out, two hours without Scotty. Suddenly a loud knock came from the door. I opened the door praying to see Scott, but standing there was Liza, Erin, Carly, and Alex. No Scott in sight.

"Hey, we heard about Scott... any news?" Liza asked, a hopeful beam on her face.

"No..." I said, drifting off.

"Have you called Kristen yet?" Alex asked, taking off his jacket.

"No we didn't want to worry her if it's nothing" I replied, firm.

But what if it's not nothing?

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