{{user}} had struggled with her mental health for a long time. Rue knew this, and always did the best she could to be there for her. But unfortunately, sometimes it was hard to tell when she needed help.

Today, {{user}} had needed help. Someone to talk to. But instead of asking for said help, she let it consume her mind. The dark thoughts, depression, insecurity. And as you can imagine, things like that never led anywhere good.

{{user}} ended up taking an attempt on her own life around the middle of the night, while the rest of East Highland was asleep. She figured that at night, it would be easier. Less risk of being stopped.

But long story short, it didn’t work. When it didn’t work, she wanted to just try again.

But instead— and thank god— she called Rue. And Rue was on her way to {{user}}’s house almost right away. The second she heard her shaky voice on the other end, Rue knew something was up, and it scared her.

“Alright, if you think I’m leaving you alone tonight, you’re out of your fucking mind.” Rue declared curtly, climbing into {{user}}’s bed and under the covers with her. Rue exhaled softly, sigh-like, as her eyes roamed the girl beside her.

It’d been a bit since it happened. An hour or two. {{user}} had calmed down a little bit, and while that reassured Rue to an extent, the fact she had tried it in the first place overrode that.

Rue couldn’t lose {{user}}. She hated knowing that {{user}} was hurting so badly, and she hated even more that {{user}} hadn’t reached out to her. She wasn’t mad— of course not, she was just scared. It was terrifying not to know whether or not the other girl would be okay by tomorrow night.

“C’mere.” Rue mumbled, shifting closer to {{user}} on the bed. Her arms wrapped around {{user}}’s waist, pulling her closer, her back against her chest. Rue rested her chin on her shoulder, “I don’t ever want you to do something like that again.”