Forever Yours -Jared Padalecki-

Worried

Sam's POV

We have been together for 3 weeks now. In these 3 weeks, I have found out how depressed he really is. It is far worse than I first thought.

He still selfharms.

He has not stopped. He just did not wanted me to know.

It breaks me. Seeing him like this is so heartbreaking. Try imagine the person you loves the most, not happy at all. When I first met him, I, of course, knew he was depressed.

I do not really trust him bieng alone. What if he is doing something stupid. What if his roomate do not fund him in time?

I may worry too much, but I really don't want him hurt.

I keep texting him. Just to make sure.

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I texted him an hour ago. No response yet. I have started to worry a little.

What if he is nok okay? I can not stand the thought. I know he moved in with his bestfriend when his dad died. That comforts me a little. But he does got a job.

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Two hours now. I have called him 100 times. No respone. I am about go insane.

I am scared as hell. I think I am going to try see if he is home.

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The lights are on. I hope he is there. I am just going to check. Just to be sure.

*knock knock*

"Yes?" I heard a man say.

"Um. This is Sam. I just wondered if Jared is home." I said to the guys I asumed was his bff.

"Yeah. He is. But he can't talk right now." What. Why. I am cofused now. Also worried. What is wrong?

"May I ask why?"

"None of yours buissness. May I ask who you are, and how do you know him?"

"I am his girlfriend. Sam."

"Oh shit! Sorry. I forgot your name. He still can't talk to anyone right now."

"Listen up. I really don't care. I need to check up on him. He hasen't anwsered any of my texts or calls. I'm worried!" I sorted of yelled at him.

"Just to an information. Nothing's wrong with Jared. He just can't talk right now." He snerred at me.

"I know."

"Know what?"

"About his father. About his depression. What he tried to do. I know. Belive me. I'm just worried."

*beeb*

He actually opned the door? I did think he would do that. Nevermind.

I ran. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs.

When I reached the door, I knocked on in, whilst trying to catch my breath.

"Hi." A confused tired Jared said.

"You ok?" I asked. He looks like someone who has been crying.

"Sort of. Why did you came?"

"You did'n anwser any of my calls or texts. I was dying of worrying." I said with a little sympathic smile.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Umm. It's hard to expain. But I'm ok. Promise."

"I'm glad to hear that. Although I don't really belive you."

"Why?" He said confused.

"Jared. Listen. I am depressed too. I know the signs. Trust me."

"Yeah. I did'n really think of that." He said.

"Do you mind telling me what's wrong?" He invited me inside, and told me everything.

It is the 6 month anerversry for his fathers death. He told me why it hard was so hard for him to loose his father.

He was there for him when no one else was. He supported him in every decsion he made. He did not care what sexuallity he had. If he wanted to be mucisian, pilot or nurse. He just wanted him to be happy.

Although Jensen, the name I recently found out, his bestfriend also was there for him no matter what, he can not thank his father for what he did for him.

And that was when I noticed his new scars. Deep, red wounds.