Alex's P.O.V

It's been three weeks since my first appointment with Jane, my therapist. I've been coming here and having meetings with her twice a week trying to get my life back on track. Ever since Samantha everything about me changed. I couldn't find the strength to forget her no matter how many girls I screwed. 

I couldn't sleep because all I saw was her and Liam 

That fucking asshole!

I was getting better. I had accepted my feelings for her and I was ready to commit to her. Fully. The issue was she just wasn't there anymore. I threatened her and she agreed to having dinner with me. I just wanted her to hear me out so I could tell her I was ready to give us a try. I was ready to make her mine and I her's. 

I had everything planned out and I wanted to prove it to her that I had changed. I changed because she made me see that she was all I needed and if I had to jump through hoops I would if it meant she'd look at me the same way she used to before I messed it all up.

I was going to tell her I hadn't been with anyone for a week.

I was going to tell her I had started therapy ever since....

Ever since....

My lowest point.

She brought me there.

You got me there Sammy.

I stopped seeing the point in most things. Granted all I wanted to do was get some sleep because I was drained. I couldn't sleep.  Well I didn't let myself sleep because she taunted me. I wouldn't have had a problem with her being in my dreams but he's there. That fucking shit is there. He kisses my Sammy. He makes my Sammy laugh. He makes me Sammy happy and all I do is make her upset. 

I couldn't take it anymore. 

I didn't even care how many of those goddamn sleeping pills I took. I just downed them all with my double shot of whiskey and allowed the darkness to swallow. 

"Oh Sammy... Be mine again..."

"My perfect addiction."

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