You felt horrible. Mentally, horrible. So much was going on between family problems and just things you are dealing with. Not to long ago you lost your sobriety. That was just the peak of the iceberg.

You didn't know much about tate, only that he liked the type of music you liked and that he's your dad's patient, also small story's about his childhood here and there, but that didn't get in the way of your feelings. He's your boyfriend and you are his.

You recently found out he caused a school accident. That wrecked you. You didn't know what to do. You ran into your room and quickly took some medication pills and swallowed them all quickly, leaving you passed out on your floor.

Tate wanted to talk to you about the way you have been acting with him but when he went into your room he found you on the floor with the bottle beside your hand.

He quickly picked you up and ran into the bathroom. He went into the tub while he was holding you and sat there. He turned on the water in a panic and shook you.

"No, no, no.." He mutters to himself repeatedly. He looked at your pale body - the boy he loved in his arms looking sickly made his stomach turn.

He quickly shoved his two fingers down your throat trying to make you throw up the pills.