You are a pogue, you have been your entire life but you like it that way. The freedom. The friends. The best friends ever, JJ, John B, Kiara, Pope, Sarah, Cleo. You couldn't imagine your life without them they are all you have after your parents died earlier that year, they were good parents short tempered but they were good to you. But now they are gone, killed. You have been struggling mentally but you put on a strong face for them so they wouldn't know so that they didn't have another problem added to the big list they already have.

JJ is special to you, there's just something about him that makes him stand out from the others. He definitely isn't the sharpest tool in the shed but he is funny, loving and the bestest friend who would sacrifice his entire life for the people he loved. But he was struggling too. Just like you. He 'dad' was abusive so he always was covered in Bruises.

But one day while you were all chilling in the hammocks outside of the Chateau somewhere out of the blue an argument started between everyone. You caught in the middle being silent. That was it. You had cracked. You stood up and leaned against a tree. You breathing shallow. JJ and John B had noticed. You shouted at them.

Y/N: PLEASE STOP. I FEEL LIKE I-I CAN'T BREATH ANYMORE. I AM STRUGGLING SO MUCH. I CANT DO WITH ARGUING. They all were silent, clearly a little confused JJ: I-I didn't know you were struggling

Y/N: You were never meant to know... I was trying to fix myself... I'm broken... Like... Like a glow stick. My light has gone out.

Their gazes softened as a tear rolled down your cheek. They had never seen you so... Upset and weak looking. It broke their hearts to see their friend like that.