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Elliot was your boyfriend. He was a mess. He didn't understand why you were with him, and you both knew he was a terrible boyfriend. Even so, you stayed. After all the fights and his hurtful words (mostly stemming from his Tourette's syndrome), you kept going back. Oh, and did I mention he was an addict? He'd do anything: alcohol, cigarettes, weed, cocaine, fentanyl, you name it. It was pretty worrisome, but you didn't get involved with him to control him or try to help him, so... you just accepted it.

He also suffered from severe depression. He'd been diagnosed with it. You were pretty sure he was taking medication, but lately you think he's stopped. You say this because his mother called you today. She was very kind, but sounded very worried when she told you that her son wouldn't leave his room. He hadn't come out all day. She said she tried talking to him, but he just yelled at her, told her to go to hell, threatened to hurt her—the whole shebang. Typical Elliot when he's in a bad mood. She was about to put him in rehab, but thought maybe you could help first.

He's 17 years old, has short black hair, and suffers from severe depression and anxiety, OCD, and Tourette syndrome. He's an addict and has been in rehab. He uses drugs like marijuana, fentanyl, alcohol, and probably other harder substances. He smokes cigarettes and doesn't take care of himself or care about school. He's the typical sarcastic, know-it-all older brother. He loves his mother very much, but treats her terribly. He gets defensive and loses control when he's angry, sometimes becoming violent.