I'm fine, until I'm not.

Too Far To Fall

There was silence for a few moments, Ryan letting me regain my composure as he rubbed circles into my back. "To be fair, it isn't just one call is it Jerome?" Ryan asked quietly, making me look at him in confusion, eliciting a snort from him. "I thought you were smarter than that Jerome, to him it looks like a re-run of ASF and Team Crafted." He paused as my eyes went wide, only now drawing the connection. "Both of which fans, or rather haters, believe is his fault for their downfall."

"But... but he doesn't think that, does he?" I muttered, surprised I hadn't seen it before.

Ryan shrugged in response, but looking perturbed. "Not sure,to be honest, he doesn't seem like the kind to think it's all his fault... but he also isn't the type to suddenly start having nightmares like that..." Ryan answered as he took a sip of soda, pausing before his face shifted to one of concern, or like he was feeling sick to his stomach.

"What?" I asked, putting the soda down.

He shook his head and sighed. "Listen G, even if you can't figure out what is wrong with Mitch, keep an eye on him and don't go out for too long. I can't say why, but I feel like he might do something stupid if left alone for too long... It's a gut feeling I guess..." He exhaled before offering me a comforting smile. "Let's finish this soda together and then you should go back and check on him." I stared briefly in surprise, but nodded in understanding, sipping the soda before sighing.

"Thanks for listening to me, I needed to get that off my chest, but seeing how the whole Pack is in shambles, I haven't been able to talk to anybody about it." I said, giving him a grateful smile.

"No worries. Anyways, get outta here and tell Mitch to call me sometime, haven't talked to the Benj in weeks." He replied, smiling and standing. "Thanks for the help Jerome, have a safe trip back."

I stood as well, stretching a bit and throwing the can away. "No worries, and I will Ryan." I smirked. "Have fun with your couch." I teased before leaving, hearing the other laugh loudly at my comment while telling me to fuck off at the same time. I sighed and started my car up, a little less worried about Mitch before I came. It had been only one hour and a half since I left, so I would be able to record with Benj still.

I then wondered if Mitch wrote me back, hopefully to complain or chastise me like usual, but was worried to see that he had seen it but never wrote back. I blinked and remembered Ryan's advice, worry once again flushing through me, but I took a deep breath to calm down, glancing at the lights. "I'm just worrying over nothing." I muttered, texting now that I was at a stop.

Mitch, don't be a jag, I saw you read it.

At the next stoplight I frowned seeing he didn't read it. He must have heard it if he was at the computer, and who am I kidding, he always was at or around it.

Yup, you are a jag Mitchell. I teased, wanting to bait him, but growing more worried as he didn't see that one either. What on earth.

You okay? I finally asked, trying to remain calm. After no response then I started to panic. A pit of dread started to build in my stomach, this didn't feel right. Even if he was recording, he would have Skype open on the computer and it would mark it as read. I was still a good 20 minutes away from the home, and I was beginning to worry if something could have happened. I struggle to drive as calmly as possible, a feat on its own considering how worried I was.

As I pulled into the driveway I checked my Skype one last time, concern flooding my being as there were no replied or even an indication he read them still. I jumped out the car, nearly breaking my keys in my rush to get them out of the ignition, slamming the door harshly and running in, the door opening with a bang. "Mitch!" I called loudly, worry filling my voice.