Random Imagines

Back On Track (Robbie Kay)

A/N: PLEASE READ
At the beginning I really didn't want to upload this imagine as it's like a chapter from my diary, if I could say, but then I realized this might help someone.
TW of depression.
And if you are reading this and you're going through rough times where you can't get out, I just wanted to say that please know that there's always someone who cares. There will always be a good friend that will be there calling you and supporting you. Sometimes you don't realize it, but there's always someone. Please don't give up, and less on the things and people you love.
And if you don't have someone there for you, go and look out for help. I know you can do it 'cause I've been there. I'll be here too if it's that you'd rather tell a stranger, I don't know. Just know that you can count on me.

<Hey Jess! You okay?>

You read the text Robbie has sent you with tears coming down your eyes. Thoughts filling your mind; those that have been giving you a hard time for almost a month now. You clearly know you have to pick up your ass and start doing something, but now not even your body is responding to those little times when you try to be strong. You've given up.

You decide not to respond; you didn't even bothered to check all of the other texts from him, and not because you didn't care about him, but because it hurts to see someone caring more about you than you care about yourself. The idea of telling him that you're not doing well hurts more than anything because you don't want him or anyone to think you're disappointing them by being this weak, so you lay down on your living room's couch and try to sleep.

"Jess" you hear someone in the distance calling your name. "Jess, are you there?"

As you open your eyes you realize it turned a little darker. Heading to the door from where you heard the familiar voice coming you rearrange your hair and put it up in a messy bun.

"Jess? It's Robbie!"

"I'm coming" your voice sounded a little raspy. Once you had opened the door Robbie's look changed radically, and a smile showed up, but it started disappearing once you started closing the door as you realized what you were doing. He stopped it with his hand.

"No, Jess! Please!" He said almost yelling.

"Robbie, please!" You were almost begging.

"Let me in! You know I'm here to help you get through..."

"You don't have to. There's nothing you have to help me get through." You interrupted him.

"Well I'm not going!" He said and you hesitated. "Please, love." He said more sweetly. "I know, I know that you don't want anyone's help, but you can't go through this alone. I don't want you to 'cause I don't want to lose you, and less if it's this way... I guess that's all I have to say, I don't want to upset you either, so I'll just go. Just, just remember I love you..."

You just closed the door. You couldn't look back at his eyes; yours were full of tears, and shame, and guilt. You just wished you could take everything away somehow, but you had nothing but your tears and regrets.

_A week later_

Walking to class after weeks of not assisting, still a wreak, nervous as hell, a hole in your stomach, and ready to pretend that you're okay once again.

"Jess!" Someone screamed your name. You look at the direction it came from. Milo is coming your way almost running making his way through the crowd.

"Jess!" He said again once he reached you.

"Milo!" You said smiling at him.

"Hey! Long time no see, girl! Where, where you've been hiding?" He was still almost breathless.