The eldest Mason sat on his bed, feeling numb as he stared at nothing particular. His room was a mess, there were punch holes in the walls and the door was barely holding up. HE was a mess. The voices just wouldn't stop, it felt like everything and everyone was talking bad about him.

feeling his vision go slightly blurry, Albert quickly snapped out of thought as he heard a knock on the door. He couldn't tell if it was real or not, and didn't say a word in response. "...."