Before Earth ~RB Oneshot Book~

Spiral

Chase sat in his room. On his bed. Almost asleep. And tear stained.

It was never fun to be in a depressive spiral. And Chase thought no different. He knew how bad it was, but he just couldn't pull himself out of it.

He had skipped at least three days of school now, he just didn't feel like he could do it. And he couldn't let Heatwave see him like this.

It just... he didn't know how to deal with it.

That is, until he heard his dorm door open. And only one other person had the key.

Heatwave.

He scrambled to try and cover himself up, and hide his face, but ended up miserably failing. Before he knew it, Heatwave stood in his doorway.

It was silent.

"PTSD." Heatwave began, in a sing song voice.

Chase was confused.

"Anxiety." The other continued.

Chase stares on, concerned and confused.

"Crippling depression, there is no question, you should kill me." Heatwave sang along to the tone of 'Under The Sea by Disney'.

Chase began to giggle a little.

"Let me be with Haram-bae."

Chase began to laugh.

"I feel like shit everyday."

He began to stifle his laughter.

"I'm asking nicely, do it by drowning, under the sea."

Chase burst into laughter, and nearly fell off of his bed.

"Glad you're laughing. Now, get up. We're getting din-din." Heatwave said grabbing Chase, and pulling him along.

"W-What-?"

"Let's go, we're gonna get you out of this fucking spiral, and get some fucking food. You need it."

"B-but-"

"No buts. We don't have time for your ass, Chase."

Chase began to laugh again.

"C'mon. Food, and video games. And before you ask, I heard through the school 'Grapevine O' Gossip'."

As Chase laughed more, Heatwave dragged him out the door, and they ended up going back to Heatwave's place, have dinner, and play video games.

In the end, Chase was pulled from his spiral.