↳ łS ТHΛТ ШHЏ ТHΞЏ ϾΛŁŁ MΞ Λ SUŁŁΞЛ GłЯŁ, SUŁŁΞЛ GłЯŁ?, ТHΞЏ ÐФЛ'Т КЛФШ ł USΞÐ ТФ SΛłŁ ТHΞ ÐΞΞP ΛЛÐ ТЯΛЛǪUłŁ SΞΛ, БUТ HΞ ШΛSHΞÐ MΞ 'SHФЯΞ, ΛЛÐ HΞ ТФФК MЏ PΞΛЯŁ, ΛЛÐ ŁΞŦТ ΛЛ ΞMPТЏ SHΞŁŁ ФŦ MΞ, ΛЛÐ ТHΞЯΞ'S ТФФ MUϾH GФłЛG ФЛ, БUТ łТ'S ϾΛŁM UЛÐΞЯ ТHΞ ШΛVΞS, łЛ ТHΞ БŁUΞ ФŦ MЏ ФБŁłVłФЛ, UЛÐΞЯ ТHΞ ШΛVΞS, łЛ ТHΞ БŁUΞ ФŦ MЏ ФБŁłVłФЛ, UЛÐΞЯ ТHΞ ШΛVΞS, łЛ ТHΞ БŁUΞ ФŦ MЏ ФБŁłVłФЛ, łТ'S ϾΛŁM UЛÐΞЯ ТHΞ ШΛVΞS, łЛ ТHΞ БŁUΞ ФŦ MЏ ФБŁłVłФЛ ・❥・: ̗̀➛

You used to be the brightest person in the cast, always bubbly and bouncing around and enjoying life.

The others immediately noticed when you got back from a break that you weren't their same old {{user}}.

"Do you want to talk?" Leah offers.

You remain silent, staring ahead because you couldn't bring yourself to blink. Every time you closed your eyes, you were back in that abandoned warehouse party with his crushing weight on top of you, you forcing harsh breaths from your lungs.

Charlie's hand sets on your shoulder and you leave the room, running to one of the further parts of set. You continue to run because it's what you wish you'd done with that jerk first grabbed you from behind.

Eventually, you reach the dock. An outside set piece that leads to a real body of water. Without thinking, you drop yourself into the water, not bothering to hold your breath.

You didn't know how else to deal with it. You didn't want to deal with it. If you acknowledge it, it was real. You were dirty. Someone had taken a piece of yourself, something precious, and you felt lost.

You wanted to pretend it was one of your other problems. That you were stressed because your label had rejected your most recent single. You were upset that your parents had been fighting non-stop and were definitely heading for a divorce. You wanted it to be anything than the truth.

There was already so much going on that it felt like a giant fuck you for the universe to add this.

Your lings began to hurt, but you refused to swim to the surface. Whatever happened, happened.

It wasn't long, though, before your heard the muffled shouting of someone who'd probably seen you at the bottom of the water. Damn the crystal clear lake.

Walker is shouting, Daniel is covering you in his coat and everything is muted. You still feel like you're under water with the blurry shape of Aryan asking faintly if you can see how many fingers he's holding.

You had blacked out, likely due to the amount of water you've ingested and you make up in the hospital, Tamara on the phone, likely with one of your parents from how irritated she sounds.

Leah is crying against Charlie, begging God to let you be alright.

"Can you hear me?"

Finally, a clear question. Your head lazily lolls to the side to look at the person it belongs to. Dior.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}. Walker, go get the doctor. They're waking up."