--= Rob's + POV =--

His face paled the longer he stared at the body, it looked ripped up and mangled, hardly noticeable and not at all identifiable if you hadn't had a person like that scarred into your mind for life. 

How had I not been able to notice because after Preston left I wasn't acting quite like myself. No, even after Preston he wasn't acting quite like himself. Maybe it's one of his powers? 

But Ty wasn't fooled, and, he looked so god damn miserable and sad, regretful. I couldn't contain myself from peeking at Ty and when my eyes set on him, he looked worse than I did. 

His eyes seemed like they were going to pop out of his head, and all the anger leaked out of him as did the colour on y's face. A gag lurked Ty's body forward and his mouth filled.

A hand slapping itself onto his lips,  he fought it down with a gasp. Turning his head slightly, he opened his mouth to say something but bit his tongue instead and grabbed the orange box. 

Cracking open the lid he carried the box onto the bed and dumped out all the contents, one of them a letter, multiple letters.

 Letters never delivered, sealed up and locked away left to decay slowly, the worst kind and saddest kind of message. I already had a feeling just by he way he spoke they were wills and notes. 

Suicide notes. The murder of the Doc wasn't as skilled as he usually is when it comes to wiping himself out so it must have been out of anger, like it took charge.

 I could feel my brain absorbing and consuming commands logically as I scanned the scenario still in shock, and when I looked up, Ty was gone, and the windows were shooting in a lot more light.

 Letters, at least a dozen were opened but none of them sank in. Picking up one of them in my hand, I began to read it.

'I have nothing left, everyone is dead, my body is failing on me. I would rather keep trying to die in the moment than die later by an illness Doctors say they cannot cure. 

All I want, is to be free. Is that too much to ask? I have the pills ready and opened, I don't want to die from pain, I just want sleep. 

I leave my money to the charity of Sky's choice, and all belongings except for Cactus goes to my Mother who will with no doubt sort out the objects, photos and other miscellaneous things and hand some out to the family. 

As for Cactus, I want Sky to take good care of 'em. She's a good cat, and if I survive, I'll add more. I guess that's it for this letter then... Cheers, and may I hope to find peace at last.

Preston.'

My hands clenched the paper tightly, there were tear stains on the letter, whether it was Preston's or someone else's didn't matter. I had to find Preston. 

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Hey! I'm back, with this book. I know it's been since October and I am really sorry, I truly am, I've been losing interest like crazy and hopping back and forth with books from month to month only updating once and I really want to apologise but, I was thinking of ending this soon so that I have time for more time for the rest of the books. What I think happened was that I published too many at the same time again so I lost interest in all of them at the same time trying to keep them all together, I found a way to update this one though, I write the chapter on loose leaf the way I used to and then type it down on here, it helps put a lot more inspiration and effort into it than the computer, ya know? Anyways, I'm not making promises but hopefully by the end of January this book will be closed up and over <3 That's my goal, and every month I want two books finished, one book minimum because some have been going on WAAAAAY too long. Thanks for understanding in advance guys, I'll see you in the next update <3