"Emerson, what are you doing?" Sebastian asks.

"I'm leaving." Emerson says harshly, grabbing his coat.

"Where are you going? Why are you leaving" Sebastian asks.

"Somewhere that isn't here." Emerson sighs. "Because, you're drunk, it's already bad enough our brother is gone and now I have to always deal with your sorry ass! I'm sick of it Sebastian! I'm sick of you, I'm sick of this house, I'm sick of feeling like no matter where we move to or whatever house we live in it'll never feel like home. Remington is gone he's gone Sebastian, and I couldn't do anything about it! Do you know how that feels!"

"Emerson! It's going to be okay, it'll get better j-"

"You don't get it, Sebastian! This, this is something we can't fix I'm sure you know that! But I'm still trying to make things a little better! You stopped trying, you stopped doing anything anymore! All you fucking do is drink thinking it'll help! Well, guess what, it won't! You're just making everything worse with your whining and drinking! You never make the effort to even visit him! You're just a fucking asshole!" Emerson yells.

"And you think fighting is going to change anything! It's not Emerson! He won't come home anytime soon so fucking deal with it!"

"You want me to just forget my brother is gone? Fuck you, Sebastian! All you fucking do is drink and forget and drink to forget! You just think getting something in your system other than emotions is going to help you cope! You never fucking listen to me you just yell! You're a dick!"

Then Sebastian slapped him. "You can say whatever you want about me but at least I'm not turning into him! A psychotic, depressed, suicidal, asshole!"

"He not psychotic! And if anything you're the one acting like an asshole!"

Things weren't going so well for the other two brothers. They have been trying to get used to Remington being away. It was hard for both of them.

Sebastian started drinking more often to help forget about everything. He turned violent when he drank so Emerson always went to visit Remington when Sebastian got drunk. Remington didn't know that.

Emerson wasn't much of a drinker and hated the burning and bitter taste anyway, he never really drank. He had stopped talking to friends and family. He never went out with friends anymore, but it's not like he did much before anyway. He had miss calls from people and he didn't plan on answering back.

"No mom, he isn't out yet," Sebastian says.

Their mother had called once again. She never usually never calls but she was concerned about her son who had been gone for 3 months now.

"Look, I need to go soon but let me know if anything changes."

"I will, bye mom," Sebastian says.

"Bye Sebastian, tell Emerson to call me please, nobody has been able to reach him. They said he won't answer his phone."

"He isn't here right now, but I'll tell him when he gets home."

"Do you know where he went?" Their mom asks.

"No, he wouldn't tell me, if I'm being honest I'm worried about him. He never does much anymore and all he does is go off somewhere. Honestly, I think he's been visiting Remington in the hospital. It really hurts me to see Emerson falling away like this. He hasn't been himself."

Emerson had indeed visited Remington. He had become comfortable with sharing things to Remington, and Remington would share some things as well.

"I wish I could do something to help but I can't, I'm sorry." Emerson sighs.

"Emerson I really don't expect anything from you. This was all my fault and I'm sorry. You really shouldn't be here. Sebastian is getting worried, you know." Remington says.

"H-He came?"

"Yeah, he came by yesterday and a few times last week. He's been saying something about how you never talk to anyone anymore."

"I was such an ass to him this morning..." Emerson mumbles, Remington had no idea what he said.

"What'd you say..."

"It was nothing I- Well, I guess the only thing I've done in the last few months is come here or isolate myself."

"How come?" Remington dismissing what Emerson said earlier.

"I don't have anyone else to talk to. I have gone almost a month or so without talking to anyone but you. Don't flatter yourself there, It's kind of sad if you think about it..."

Remington chuckles and looks at Emerson.

He grins. "You're right, it is sad. But still, I'm a bit flattered."

"I don't have friends you're not that special." Emerson laughs.

"What about Andrew and the others?"

"It's not like they even care," Emerson mumbles.

"You can keep telling yourself that but we both know it's wrong." Remington says laying in his bed.

"Nope, I'm correct so don't argue with me, Leith." Emerson sighs, "I have to leave soon. Sebastian has apparently been worrying and won't stop texting me."

"He's our brother, of course, he's worried about you." Remington says, his tone more serious now.

"Why should he, why should anyone be worried? If anything they should be worried about you."

"You've started to lose yourself, and I think everyone has started to notice." Remington states.

"Whatever, I'm fine, just make sure you get more sleep, you need it." Emerson sighs, standing up.

"No promises, the voices keep me up," Remington laughs, " and honestly you need to do something other than come here. I'm starting to get worried too."

"No promises."

"It's not like you have to come here you know." Remington says.

"I like seeing you, you're the only person I really talk to anymore." Emerson admits.

"Flattering."

"It's actually kind of sad. Anyway, I'm have to go..." Emerson says.

"Take me with you," Remington says jokingly.

"I can't," Emerson says with a sad smile.

"Bye Em."

"Bye Rem, see you tomorrow." Emerson says heading towards the door.

"Or you could go have fun tomorrow." Remington suggests.

"I'd rather die."

Remington knew Emerson, he knows this whole thing hurts him. He knows Emerson isn't okay and he can't do anything to change that. And that's what scared him...

"I'm so sorry," Emerson says hastily helping the guy pick up his papers.

"It's fine, I really should have watched where I was going." The guy says.

"I-It was my fault really. I just had a lot on my mind and I-I wasn't paying attention."

"Are you okay? I know it's not really any of my business but you just seem a bit upset." He says.

"I-I'm fine." Emerson mumbles handing the guy the papers that fell on the floor.

Emerson sighs and goes to the car. He saw missed calls from Sebastian and at this point, he didn't care... He knows he has to go back home... But he doesn't want to. He felt that this was the only way to be there for his brother, and maybe he was right but he still had to go back... Remington wanted him to do something other than be there, if that's what he wants then he should do something with himself. He knew deep down Remington was right, he was losing himself, he was just trying to find himself within the only person he felt cared, but that wasn't how he was going to get better. Especially if the only person he felt cared had already gone under...

Emerson decided the only good way to clear his thoughts

"Remington, Dr. Biersack is here. Are you ready for him to come in..."

"Yeah... He can come in..."