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You: So Jake tell me. Does Colby drink? A lot?

Jake couldn't help but sigh at these words. It was no secret that Colby drank a lot now. He's never gotten the chance to ask the real reason why he does this so much but all he gets in response is "it's fun!" in slurs.

Jake: Yes

Was the only response you got as he left the area with a nervous look on his face. It seemed to be that this topic triggered him so maybe talking to someone else about it would be the better option.

Making your way up the stairs to Sam's room, the door of Colby's room was slightly ajar.

Being curious as you were, you decided to check it out.

It was soon a regret and you immediately knew why it was barely opened. They're were a lot of beer bottles on the ground. So many that you'd loose track when you're trying to count them.

Sam: y/n?

You jumped at the whisper of Sam's voice. He opened the door more too see that it was indeed you staring around the room trying to breath it all in. Sam looked down in shame at what his best friend has become. Every time he entered the room he was brought with a bad memory.

Sam doesn't plan on telling anyone anytime soon about what's happened in this room between the two. But he'd rather not think about that at the moment and just ask you what you were doing in this room.

You: Yes?

He inched closer into the room but the nervous look stayed the same on his face, if not even more.

You: Sam are you okay?

Sam nodded but that was a full on lie. Tears formed in his eyes because holding them in did absolutely nothing.

Sam: What has he become...

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