--= Mitch's + P.O.V. =--

The weight of my eyelids over powered me as I heard the far away sounds of voices and shuffling that seemed to be coming from the hall and in the bathroom.

A yawn bubbling inside my throat I opened my mouth lazily to let the yawn escape. Stiffening my legs I reached my arms above me.

Stretching exactly how I usually did before greeting Biggums late in the morning after sleeping in. Brushing a hand through my hair too fast to do anything productive with it I continued to lower my arms.

Done with stretching. Bringing my arms back down I rubbed the crust out of my eyes gently before letting them completely fall to my sides.

My eyes starting to ease from exhaustion I opened them. A dull colour of purple of the pillowcase greeted my face. Earning a lazy smile to spread across my lips.

My bones aching from a rough night (>;3)I let myself sit up. Letting out a sigh as I heard all of my joint and bones pop and crackle in satisfaction.

I'm not old..... I'm crispy! Snickering at my own little joke I let my eyes open completely. My Vision no longer hazy from exhaustion or sleepiness.

Feeling unclean I dragged my feet out of the warm, comfy blankets that beckoned me back to bed. But there was no point going back to bed since I made it this far.

Getting my lazy ass off of the bed I shuffled to the bathroom. Still only sixty percent awake I tripped over bottles of alcohol once in a while, yet caught myself before I smacked onto the floor.

Almost to the bathroom I kept my eyes glued to the floor. Letting my brain boot up again before going back into the clicky, happy mode it was so tired of playing as.

Too numb to notice the pain that was burning in my toes from repeatedly smashing them into empty alcohol bottles I forced myself into the bathroom.

Practically crawling to the sink I turned the tap on, cupping my hands together I splashed water onto my face and hair. Waking myself up almost completely I felt my eyes lighten. No longer as swollen.

Rubbing the water on my face I lazily dried myself with my pyjama shirt that I somehow had on. Snatching a comb from the middle drawer on the right I shifted my gaze upwards.

Raising my arm with the comb in hand ready to brush through my flat, messy looking I froze as I saw something that seemed awfully familiar dangling inside the shower...

Curious to see what it was I made my way towards the shower. Gripping my hand on the shower door handle I slid the door to the right where the other screen was.

Showing me what was dangling in the shower..............

--= Jerome's + P.O.V =--

Listening to Vikk ramble on about a "Friend's" problem I kept eyeing Lachers who was standing awkwardly in the hallway.

Obviously listening in to our conversation. I don't really mind if Lachlan does listen. After all, I'm pretty sure what Vikk is about to say might be about him.

Keeping my eyes glued on Vikk I felt pity glow around my emotions. Vikk looked like he was about to snap. Vikk's hands were shaking like maracas.

And tears threatened to fall from Vikk's eyes out of fear which made me immediately start to regret talking to Vikk while he was at such an unstable position.

Opening my mouth to ask if Vikk was okay I was cut off by what sounded like Mitch screaming.

"MITCH!?!?" I called out. Every nerve in my body striking my heart into panic I whipped myself around. Tears ready to fall from my face I rushed to where the blood curdling scream came from.

Oh god please be okay Mitch.........

Brushing past a shocked immobile Australian I ended up right in front of Matt's closed door. Knocking on the door furiously I felt the tears start to fall down my face.

"OPEN THE DOOR!!!!" I cried out. Tears starting to rapidly fall down my face I just glared at the door menacingly.

The sound of heavy breathing was on the other end of the door causing my head to pound in fright. Please... Open the door......

A whimper slipping out of my lips I paid little to none attention to Lachlan or Vikk who was seeming to have a hushed conversation behind me.

"Jerome what's going on who screamed!?!" Rob called out sounding distant all I could do was stare at the door. My heart smashing against my rib cage.

"Mitch screamed." I mumbled out. Everyone starting to frantically pace around I locked my grip onto the doorknob.

Trying to turn it once more I muttered out a curse before starting to pound on the door again.

"Jerome calm down I'm sure there fine." Vikk's voice cooed. My heart slowing down from the calmness in his voice it only made me angrier and more determined.

Whipping around I prepared to snap at all of them but I only saw Lachlan, Vikk and Rob...... No Preston?........ Worry starting to overwhelm me I turned back to the door.

Growing tired of punching the wooden gate of hell I raised my leg. Bending my knee swiftly I immediately lashed my foot to the door.

The force pinching my entire leg in pain I rushed in as soon as I saw the slight crevice of the dark room through the door.

Busting the door down I scanned the whole room. Only to find no Mitch....... Biggums where are you.....

--= Mitch's + P.O.V =--

"Oh my god......."