--= Choco's + POV =--
A yawn rolling off of my tongue I shifted my body so I was facing the window. Crust blinding me I quickly lifted my arms.
Sifting all of the dirt out of my eyes with my fists I laid them back down on my lap.
Kenny dozing sleepily still beside me I felt a smile tug at my lips. Kenny's always adorable in the mornings, it's a proven fact ya know.
Raising my arms above my head I stretched for a good minute or so before standing up and making my way to Preston's room like I always do.
Dragging myself down the hallway I felt my eyes widen to see Preston's door open.
My stomach churning at the sight I immediately bolted to the bathroom doorway.
Fear of the worse flashing through my mind at two hundred kilometres per hour I let out a sigh of relief to see no blood anywhere.
Trying to keep my heart beat steady after racing so fast from one simple fear I turned around. Making my way back towards Preston's room.
An aching feeling lying in the pit of my stomach it only grew worse the closer I got to Preston's room. I never knew what to expect....
So I expect everything......Except this. Peeking my head into the doorway I felt my eyes widen to see the room cleaned and abandoned.......
He's gone.....
--= Lachlan's + POV =--
Early morning sunlight crept through the windows in my room, but I could do anything but sleep at this moment in time.
I have no idea what I look like but I do know for certain I most definitely look like shit. Whenever I touch my hair it feels oily and tangled.
You can hear the knots in my hair and split ends crackle whenever I brush my hand through it. Rob doesn't look too good either.
Rob's hair is jet black from the enormous amount of oil. Rob's clothes are dirty and he smells musty.
Stains of sweat, food and tears cover all of Rob's clothing and smell like something died on Rob's clothing.
All but one.....Rob's blue hoodie.... It's the only thing that he cares about and keeps clean.
I know why, and the reason pisses me off.....But he's already on the edge and I don't wanna be the one to push him off.
There are always tear stains tracking down Rob's face and Rob's eyes are so swollen they look like gum balls.
Rob's eyes are pure red, bloodshot. If Rob breathes out I can see his rib cages.
He has no more stomach, no more muscle, I caught a glimpse of how much he weighed and it was enough to make me sick...
When was the last time Rob ate? I'm supposed to be looking after him!...... But the thing is....... I don't know if I can....
But I know if I don't take care of Rob soon, there won't be anything left to take care OF....
