Listen to Level of Concern by Twenty-one pilots.

I had my jaw down as I stared at Tristan punching the mirror in front of him aggressively.
The cracks on the mirror increased as he punched more, I had never seen him this angry.

He grunted as he sent another punch that shattered the mirror into pieces, I almost gasped at the sound but I covered my mouth with my palms to stop any sound from escaping my lips.

My eyes drifted to his bloody knuckles, I could see the cuts and I knew some pieces of glass were in there, how was he enduring the pain?

I was waiting for him to stop since the mirror was broken but he kept punching the wall, I winced like I was his knuckles.

I didn't know if I should walk in and stop him, what if he decided to punch me? He was blinded by rage right now and it was terrifying.

He paused and screamed, he looked like he was in great pain. Not physical pain but something else. I could see the guilt on his face as he tried to hold himself together. He pushed the broken pieces to the ground and cursed.

He ran his fingers through his hair in distress. He mumbled something as he gripped the edge of the counter tightly, he looked down at his knuckles and hissed at the pain.

I made up my mind to leave quietly. I took slow and quiet steps to the bedroom, I tried to hold my breath scared he might hear it and punch the fragile life out of me.

I breathed out in relief when I made it outside. Who was I living with? A suicidal maniac? I rushed to my room but I kept looking over my shoulder if Tristan was behind me, I was still freaking out from what I just saw.

I locked the door immediately after I was inside. I called Vina and she picked on the last ring. I share everything with her, I trust her with every cell in my body, and right now; it was important to tell everything in case I mysteriously die in here. 

"Hey."
She said tiredly.

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah, I was about to say yes to Shawn Mendes."

I rolled my eyes like she could see me, her obsession with Shawn Mendes was exasperating.

"Did something happen?" she asked with a yawn.

"Yes, Vina."

"Did you kiss Adrian again?"

"No, it's Tristan."

"You kissed Tristan?! I'm so jealous right now."

She groaned.

"I didn't kiss him, I saw him punching the mirror in his bathroom."

"So? I punch my mirror sometimes too when I hate my reflection."

"Do you punch it to the point it shatters and your knuckles are bleeding?"

"No? I love my nails."

"That was what I saw, he kept punching the mirror till it shattered into pieces and he didn't stop, he went on punching the wall."
I waited for her to say something but she was quiet, so I continued.

"There was so much aggression, I could feel it. It was terrifying to watch, believe me. It was like he was mad at his reflection or the mirror, I don't know. It's hard to explain."

"Why would he be mad at something so beautiful? Did you try to stop him?"

"Were you even listening to what I was saying? He looked like he was ready to punch whoever gets in his way."

"So you just left?"

"What else was I suppose to do? Scream?"

"I think you're overreacting."

"Overreacting? I just saw someone using a mirror as his punching bag!"

"So you think he is insane?"

"Yes? Did anything I just say sound normal to you?"

"Did he see you?"

"I hope not, I tried not to make any sound as I left."

"I'm sure it's nothing serious, people do crazy things once in a while, remember when you tried to drown your neighbor's dog?"

It was an accident but no one was gonna believe that anyway. My neighbor twisted the story. I was only a kid and what happened was not my fault.

"You don't get it, do you?" I sighed, falling to my back on the bed.

"I do, what do you want me to say? Hide in your room? Call 911?"

"Forget it, I will call you tomorrow."

"I can only tell you to pretend you didn't see anything since he didn't see you."

"So, I should not talk to him about it?"

"Yes, just act like you saw nothing."

"Okay."

"Good night. Love you!"

"Love you too," I said.

I hung up and stared at my door, my stomach grumbled. I was hungry but I wasn't that ready to face Tristan yet.

I sat up and thought of how to handle the situation. Should I skip dinner or ask Morris to bring it to my room?

My stomach grumbled more, I groaned and stood up. Maybe he won't show up for dinner, he'd be too busy cleaning up. I left the room, I took a glance at his room before going down the stairs.

I stopped in my track when I saw Tristan at the dining eating while Morris poured him some white wine.
Images of him punching the mirror appeared in my head, I got myself together and walked to the dining.

All I had to do was act like I saw nothing, I took a seat with a fake smile on my face.
He didn't look away from his food, he acted like I was invisible.

Morris served my food and poured me some wine. I stared at Tristan's knuckles that were now wrapped with a bandage.

"What are you staring at?"
He asked with an angry tone.

I looked away from his hands and stared at his face, he stared back at me with a neutral expression. He looked me in the eyes like he was trying to figure something out, he looked away and took a sip from his wine.

"What happened to your hands?"
I asked pointing at his knuckles with my fork.

He gave me an icy stare as he chewed his food, there was a long silence as I waited.
I watched him swallow it, I expected him to say something but he went back to scoop some macaroni and put in his mouth and ignored me completely.

Did he know I was there? Maybe Morris told him I went to call him for dinner.

I started eating but the silence was killing me, I took a glance at Tristan and found him staring at me but his expression was hard to read.

I met his curious blue eyes and waited for him to say something but he didn't utter a word. Tristan was like a complicated puzzle---I hated puzzles.

If he had something to ask he should just spit out. I get insecure when people stare at me longer than a minute.

I looked away and ate my food with caution since he was watching me. His stare was drilling holes on my skin, I could feel it.

"Why are you so nosy?"
He asked.

"Huh?"
I mumbled, looking at him. I raised my eyebrows, pretending to be confused.

He grabbed his glass and finished his wine and stood up. I stared at him as he walked away, leaving me a bit confused.

"That prick."
I mumbled returning to my food, I could eat comfortably now.

"Morris." I called once I was sure he was far from earshot.

"Yes, Miss Simpson?"

"Did you tell Tristan I went to his room to call him for dinner?"

"No, Miss."

"Thank you."
I was relieved but why did he call me nosy? I was sure he didn't see me.

I picked my phone and called Adrian on facetime. I really needed to see his smile and hear his jokes, something to get my mind off the image of Tristan punching his mirror. I used one of the cups to support my phone, he picked the call on the third ring.

I choked on my drink when I saw Adrian standing in front of me with only a towel around his waist, water dripped from his hair and rolled down his outlined six-packs and broad chest, a tattoo was at his left chest.

He smiled at me as he dried his hair with a white towel. If I wasn't choking I would've been drooling.

"I'm fine."
I told Morris who was rushing to help me, I drank the whole wine and exhaled.

"Are you okay now?"
I heard Adrian ask, I looked at the screen of my phone and tried not to let my eyes wander.

"Yeah."
I replied and he smirked. Why would he pick the call if he was just coming out of the shower? Not like I was complaining, I loved the view.

"I will call you later when you're done dressing."
I said breathlessly as my eyes caught his v-line, I tried not to imagine his towel falling off, too late.

"Hang on."
He said when I reached to end the call.

He left and I used the opportunity to check out his room, it was beautiful and very spacious. The white walls didn't have any picture or painting, the room décor was simple. He returned on black sweatpants and a red tank top that showed off his solid arms.

"All good?" He asked as he brushed his fingers through his wet hair.

"Much better."
I will never get that hot image out of my head, it was blocking the image of Tristan punching his mirror.

"What are you eating?"

"Macaroni and a sweet sauce. Morris is just too good." I said and sent a smile to Morris who smiled back.

"I just ordered Chinese food, I have been craving it since morning."

"I just lost my appetite because of you."
I frowned and he laughed.

"You want some Chinese food too?"

"No, I don't wanna hurt Morris, maybe another day," I said and winked at Morris who laughed.

"Where is Tristan?" Adrian asked.

"He is acting like my sister when she is on her period."

"What happened?" He asked laughing.
I told him everything not leaving the mirror incident out.

"Shit!"
I heard him mumble, he looked away and whispered another curse.

"He is doing it again."
He said under his breath with a weird expression on his face.

"Doing what again?"

"Nothing, I will call you back."
He cut the call before I could open my mouth to say something.

I stared at my phone screen, feeling frustrated. I finished my food and left. I tiptoed to Tristan's door on my way to my room and pressed my ear to the hardwood door to listen to what was happening inside, I ran to my room when I heard footsteps approaching the door.

I locked my door and laughed at myself. I undressed and took my bath. I waited for Adrian's call but an hour past and he didn't call. I decided to stretch for a while, I stared at the night sky horizon as I stretched my legs.

My mind drifted to Tristan, I had never been this curious about anyone---well except Marshmallow when no one knew what he looked like. I wanted to know what was going on with Tristan, why Adrian had that look on his face, he looked scared.

He said something about doing it again, then this was not the first time he was mad at his mirror?
What the hell was going on? Why was I here?

I took a glance at the wall clock, it was almost midnight, why was I still waiting for his call? My throat felt dry and I had no water in my room so I left for the kitchen. I held my phone in my hand just in case he decided to call.

I was on my way down the stairs when I heard two people arguing, I recognized the voices, Adrian and Tristan.

I moved back on my tiptoes and stopped at a spot I won't be seen, I leaned on the railings to hear what they were fighting about.

"...you think this is easy?!"
Tristan yelled.

"I know it's not but you can't do this in front of her, damn it! You need to stop."

"I don't know what to do okay? I never wanted this."

"She is here, somehow it's going to work."

"It has to work, I want it to work but I wish it was another way."

"I know, she only has..."
My ringtone shut him up, I stared wide-eyed at my phone. Why was Vina calling me so late? I knew I was already busted.

I shut my eyes and wished I could disappear, I cursed mentally and looked down at my phone.

I rejected the call and tried to run upstairs before any of them would see me but luck wasn't on my side, I missed one step and fell on the stairs making a loud noise.

"Chloe?"