(Rob's P.O.V)

I watched as Jerome rushed up the stairs. Worried on how the others were doing or if they've done something stupid. 

Disappointment smashing my heart into a million pieces I let reality sink in as everything went quiet. This wasn't like how I thought it would turn out.

 I thought everything would go back to normal.... But what's normal? I mean, we did go through a horrible past. And it just finished yesterday but...... 

Personalities don't change..... So why did they all change? Is it because of me? Did I do something wrong? Frustration filled my thoughts as I whipped my sleeves upwards. 

Staring at the master pieces of mistakes that lay decorating my skin. Majority of them faded or healing, yet none were new and freshly opened..... For now.... But we'll see how everything goes first...

Gently pulling down my sleeves as to make sure not to prick the memorable tattoos I made on my arms I let a sigh slip out of my mouth.

 Loneliness crept into my mind as my eyes made their way around the room. Scanning the living room my eyes landed on Matt. Matts hair was ruffled and oily. 

Making it look like he hasn't showered in days (Which he probably hasn't). Despair illuminated in Matts eyes. Everything inside of him just seemed dead, same goes for his appearance. 

Watching Matt's eyes I tensed as they lit up once they locked eye contact with something.Matt was glaring intensely at something, seeming attracted to it I followed his gaze. 

Unsure at first I felt my stomach twist into knots at what I saw before me. Holding in a gasp I felt My eyes widen when my vision landed on Mitch........ 

Oh no....