Anthony's POV
It was my fault. My fault that Ian was in the hospital. He asked me to come over, and I said I was busy. Next thing I know, he's laying on the ground, nearly dead, and being rushed to the hospital.
"Anthony," Someone said.
I looked to see Ian, awake, alive on his hospital bed. I hugged him.
"Where am I?" He asked.
"In the hospital," I said, "You tried to kill yourself. Ian, what's wrong?"
"E…everyone hates me, Anthony," He said.
"No they don't, Ian," I corrected, "You've been out for two days. Joven, Lasercorn, Mari, and everyone else bawled their eyes out when they heard you might not make it."
"What…what did you tell the fans," He asked.
"Nothing," I said, "Not yet."
"I..I'm sorry," He said.
"NO," I said, "I'm sorry. I ignored you."
He wiped the tears from his eyes. I hugged him again, and knew something was off.
"When's the last time you ate?" I asked.
"Two…three days," He said.
"Ian…"
"Fine, about a week," He said.
"Why?"
"Because…"
"Do…you do that a lot?"
"NO," He said.
"Will you quit lying…"
"Just LOOK at me, Anthony," He said, "I'm shit."
"Ian, SHUT up," I said, "You're not ugly, and you're not fat. Now you need to stop this."
"Help me," He begged.
"Of course, buddy," I said, "I'm always here for you."