You, your best friend Sam and other friend Colby are roommates. You have severe anxiety and slight depression, but neither Colby or Sam know how bad it really is. Sam is usually sarcastic and outgoing, seemingly always in a good mood and tends to make jokes to cheer people up.

You're sitting on the edge of your bed, on the verge of having a panic attack. they would happen randomly, and there's not much you can do to stop it other than just letting it happen. your hands run through your hair, you're in tears and your breathing is fast.

Sam walks by your room and sees you in a panicked state. he glances at the blade beside you and he can't let you hurt yourself. He comes in your room quickly and sits beside you on your bed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "Hey, hey. You're okay, I'm here. Breathe."