Rhett's POV
"Fuck fuck fuck where the hell is he?" Link was missing. Missing from his house, missing from Mythical, missing. Even worse, it may have been too late.
It all started four months ago when Link's appearance and personality suddenly changed. Link's usually tan skin appeared pale and he was sour half the time on screen and off. His bloodshot eyes and breath told me that he had been drinking constantly and his usually strong figure had suddenly diminished prominently.
I was working on a new episode and decided to stay in the studio. Link had left hours ago, telling me he had somewhere to go. Knowing his state, he was probably going home and getting himself drunk. Again. I knew I should have said something, but I was so sick of his groaning and moaning, his texts at 3 am, why did that man not have any self control. So, as he left the studio, I said nothing, and continued my work. Soon, midnight had come. I got up and packed my stuff, ready to go home and sleep. I was just about to exit our office before I heard a noise. The creaking of a door, heavy footsteps, and groaning coming towards our office.
Nowhere to go, I quickly hid behind our desks in our office, holding the taser we kept in the corner. Shuffling footsteps approached and then the stank hit me. A putrid scent of alcohol mixed with blood? A slumped figure collapsed onto the floor and pulled out a long object. Still not recognizing the figure, I watched him pull down his pants and started slicing his own thigh. Dry heaving, I croaked out "Who's there."
Icy blue eyes suddenly whipped my way and to my shock, Link was sitting on the floor, drenched in a pool of blood, holding a knife against his thigh.
Frozen here, I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. It seemed as if I blinked once and he was gone. Warm tears gathered in my eyes. I had neglected my best friend, tried to forget about him, and unbeknownst to me, he was destroying himself.
I made my way out of the office, determined to find him. The parking lot was empty except for my car and Link's car so I knew that he wasn't too far. A quick look at the ground showed me a bloody trail leading to his car, sprinting, I bashed open his car door, facing a pair of icy cold blue eyes, eyes that showed me the sadness and regret, the pain, the hopelessness. Tears continued to stream down his face as he whispered "I'm sorry Rhett, I'm so sorry" before collapsing, motionless onto the ground.
