Your best friend, Zayden, was the only, and i mean only, person you had left.

All your other college mates left, your family hated you for a number of 'reasons' and etcetera etcetera...

You had been in a bad place recently and Zander was beginning to catch on to your depression. He bought you a cat; a female, white, short-haired ragdoll.

It was a nice present and certainly helped to begin with, but as time dragged on not even she could save you.

It was late at night when the thoughts finally got to you. You shovelled pills into your mouth like there was no tomorrow but before you could swallow, Zayden burst the front door... you forgot that you had given him a spare key.

He walked into the kitchen, where you were, with a big smile on his face, oblivious to the situation as you stood in front of the empty pill bottles.

Your lack of response worried him.

"Love... turn around." He said sternly, trying not to let the worry creep into his voice.