Vanoss' POV

"I assume you're here to check up on Delirious?" I asked Cartoonz after Delirious had closed the bathroom door.

"Yes," he glared at me.

"Uh, Cartoonz? What's wrong?" I cocked my head in confusion.

Without warning he launched himself at me and pinned me to the wall. "What the fuck did you do to him?" Cartoonz whispered to me.

"What? Wait, Cartoonz, what are you talking about?!" I attempted to push him off of me. "What's your problem?!"

"Quiet!" Cartoonz hissed and glanced at the bathroom door. "Delirious is going to hear us!"

"Why can't he-" I was cut off by him putting a hand over my mouth.

"You are going to answer my questions. If I don't like your answer, you won't like my response," Cartoonz threatened. "Tell me, what the fuck did you do him?"

"I didn't do anything-" I tried to say but was cut off by Cartoonz' fist planting itself in my stomach.

I coughed and would've been bent over had he not been holding me up. "Tell me the truth Vanoss, what the fuck did you do to him?!" Cartoonz yelled in my face.

"Nothing!" I pleaded, the events of last nights escaping my mind.

"LIAR!" Cartoonz roared and punched me in the stomach again. "Tell me the truth you lying motherfucker!"

"I didn't-" I began to say but stopped as finally I remembered the events of last night. "I... I hadn't meant to hurt him... I was just messing around and... I hadn't meant to..."

"What did you do?" Cartoonz leaned closer to me. "What the fuck did you do to Jonathan?"

"I'm so sorry. I hadn't meant to and... shit, I'm so fucking sorry," I hung my head. "He tripped and I... the teasing never bothers him when we play with him... I didn't think that it would bother him and... I fucked up..."

"Apologize to him," Cartoonz stepped back and to the side. "I'll come back later. Right now you just need to fucking apologize for what you did to Jonathan."

He turned away and left the hotel room, his words ringing through my head and stomach aching from where I had been punched. I gently rubbed my stomach before turning my eyes to the bathroom door. "He's right. I know I apologized last night but if he is still upset then I need to clarify that it's my fault and that I regret my words," I straightened up and walked towards the bathroom door. "I don't see why he fucking attacked me like that though..."

The moment I opened the door, I was assaulted by a cloud of steam. "Delirious? I came here to apologize to you. Cartoonz said that I should apologize again and I- Delirious?" I asked when I heard nothing but a light giggle.

"I'm nothing but a silly little punching bag~" Delirious hummed from inside the shower. "They keep hitting and I keep tearing. Won't be too long before they can't tape me up anymore and I'll break. Then what will they do?"

"Delirious, what are you talking about?" I attempted to wipe the moisture from the steam off of my face as I closed the door.

"I should kill myself," Delirious continued. "It would be funny to see what would happen to them if their punching bag was gone."

"Delirious?!" I stared at the vague shape in the shower in mounting horror. "What are you talking about?! What do you mean kill yourself?!"

"But I won't. Or at least, not yet. I deserve to be nothing but some stupid little punching bag. I let myself be punished for being such a fucking failure. Punch here, punch there, punch everywhere!" Delirious laughed and his voice suddenly broke. "I didn't ask for it though. I just wanted to fit in. Wanted friends. Wanted to show my true self. But guess what? I made the wrong fucking friends! They made everything worse! They didn't help the voices, no... No! They encouraged them!"

I couldn't understand what Delirious was talking about but I couldn't stand it anymore. After all, who could stand listening to their friend talking about killing themselves?! I shoved the shower curtains out of the way right as he collapsed to the floor in a tight ball. "Delirious?" I cautiously called his name out. "Please, talk to me."

He shook his head, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. "... Evan?" he slowly raised his head to look at me. "No, go away Evan! I don't want you to get hurt!"

"How will I get hurt?" I reached over him and turned off the shower, not caring if I was now half-soaked. "Please Jonathan, say something."

"I can't! The voices!" he cried out and shook his head. "They won't leave me alone! Please Evan!"

Delirious looked back up at me with tears in his blue eyes, "Please help me."

"Anything for you," I promised and took the towel off of the toilet. "Here, take this."

I turned around as soon as he grabbed the towel so that he could have some decency. "You can turn around now, it doesn't take long to put a towel on," Delirious quietly spoke after a moment.

The second I turned around, I enveloped him in a tight hug. "Please tell me Delirious. You just have to say something, anything at all," I whispered into his wet hair.

"Your face is going to get wet," he pointed out, avoiding trying to explain what happened.

"So what? My face getting a bit of water on it is insignificant compared to anything that you're having a problem with," I shrugged and to prove my point, I rubbed my face in his hair.

"Hey! Stop that!" Delirious tried pulling away. "Leave my poor wet hair alone!"

I grinned, happy to see that he was distracted from whatever had been upsetting him. "I'm trying to help dry it!" I laughed and blew on his hair.

"You're getting everything all wet!" he jokingly complained.

"It's a shower for a reason," I shrugged and released him from the unnecessarily long hug.

Delirious stepped out of the shower before looking me up and down. "You're all wet."

"What can I say, water can do that to a person," I chuckled and opened the bathroom door for him.

"Enough stalling Evan," Delirious sighed and looked me in the eyes. "I know you're dying for an explanation... and I'm... I'm willing to explain it. I'm willing to explain everything."

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Bluntly speaking, this chapter was a bitch to write. My entire phone battery was donated to the production of only a couple hundred words of this on Saturday. Actually, it was probably more but I deleted that bit.

Special thanks to FeathersDarkness for becoming Luna Labeouf once more and encouraging me throughout the difficulties of writing this chapter.

I also discovered that the doctor was not just 95% right about me maybe having esophageal or whatever it's called heartburn but 99.9% right. That means that I'm basically 'allergic' to spicy food, chocolate, and caffeine. I put allergic in quotations because while I'm not actually allergic to the above items, I just get heartburn because of them. I found out the 99.9% thing the hard way this morning when I thought eating chocolate cake for breakfast was a good idea.

Last thing, I look like a fucking raccoon at the moment. Or at least, a Latias raccoon. If you don't know what a Latias is, you don't know what Pokemon is. If you don't know what Pokemon is, please go educate yourself by submerging yourself within everything that has to do with Pokemon. Seriously, go make a pile of that stuff and dive in.

Hey guys, Cat here! Currently suffering from heartburn (go fuck yourself heartburn) so I'll make this quick so that I can run to the bathroom and take care of everything else that I need to because I really don't feel like delaying the updating of this story. Thank you guys for being so fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffucking awesome and let's keep 'er goin! And remember! Peace!