𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 • 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒

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Alex's POV
As I sit down in my bedroom and look through my notifications on Twitter I came across a tweet that managed to make my blood run cold.
@memeulousispeng Do you guys think George is okay? He doesn't seem very happy in his most recent videos and the way he's been saying things has given me warnings that maybe he has something wrong with him?
Could that be true? No. Surely not. George,My best mate and Roommate. He wouldn't hide something like this away from me,right?
I think back to his videos and our conversations and I feel like slapping myself.How could of I not of noticed!? There have been so many signals such as two weeks ago.
~flashback~
"Alex,I can tell you anything,right? And you wouldn't judge me?"George broke into conversation as we catch up on the last football match.I turned to look at him.I've never seen such a usually confident looking guy look so lost."of course, George.Is everything okay?"I replied back to him in a soft voice.
"Um I-i um -"as soon as George was getting started on telling me something my phone rings;it's my mum.I later questioned him yet he just brushed it off.
~end of flashback~
I had to get more evidence of this.I'm not letting him suffer in silence so I made an excuse to search his room.I made my way to the kitchen to see George plating some wonderful smelling pancakes on the table.He looked up and saw me standing there and said "Oh hello,I was just about to call you"and I nervously chuckled,went to the fridge and made up a quick lie to get George out the flat.
"Um George, would you mind running down to the shops and getting some milk?"I asked as I closed the fridge.
"Alex!i made the pancakes can't you at least run down the shops?"George complained.Shit.I can't let this happen so I again lied."um I'm feeling quite ill actually, could you buy some medicine?"I ask,faking a cough.
"Oh okay then,so milk and some medicine?alright then."He goes out the kitchen to put some decent clothes on,shoes and goes out the door.As soon the I hear the door close I run to George's room and start searching.For anything.Anything at all that could suggest that he's sad even one small bit.
Trying not to make too much mess,I open his bedside draw only too see a small orange pill bottle.I pick it up and see the label.
Pill:anti depressants
Client:George Owen Andrew
Prescribed:28/11/18
Expire date:21/12/18
No.No.No.This was proof.Proof that my best friend has been depressed for months and I haven't noticed a thing.I was staring at the bottle for so long that I didn't hear George come back or him ominously calling my name,or him watching me from the doorway.But I knew he was there so I looked.His sad green eyes were brimmed with tears as his small voice broke out "I didn't want you to find out this way" and as those words left his mouth, I pulled him into a massive hug and whispered the words to him "it will be okay ,georgie.You'll be okay"
And I just hope it will be.