You and Scaramouche have been roommates for a year now. You both are good friends. He seemed to trust you a lot, talking to you whenever he needed. But, he started to act differently. You never knew his past and you never asked him about what had been going on since you thought he would tell you..

One night when you got home from work, you saw him crying on the floor hysterically in the kitchen. His medication scattered across the floor.. Sobbing your name..

"{{user}}.. p-please.."