"Hey, Anthony, wanna come out of there? We gotta film for next Friday's video." Ian yelled from outside of his best friends door. Anthony had shut himself in there a few days ago and Ian hadn't seen him since. He was worried that he wasn't eating.

"No." he mumbled his reply.

"Dude, come on," he paused... not knowing what to say. "I miss you." Ian felt tears coming to his eyes, remembering when his Grandfather had passed away and locked himself in his room, refusing to eat. He remembered how Anthony had broke into his room while he was sleeping and crawled into bed with him and rubbed his back. It was what brought him out of his depression, and back to Smosh.

He reached above the door to find the spare key to Anthony's room, and used it to let himself in. Anthony was curled into a ball on his bed, just wearing boxers, Ian could clearly see his ribcage and scratches up and down his legs. "Anthony..."

His head rolled over, his eyes puffy and red. "Not now, Ian. Please go away."

"Please, Ant, you can't just stay in here forever! Tell me whats wrong."

He watched as Anthony struggled to flip himself over, the sight of his friend bloody, scarred and starving made tears fall. "Kalel broke up with me."

"I - I'm so sorry, but you have to snap yourself out of this... It's not safe for you."

"I don't fucking care."

"Yeah? Well I do. Ok, man? It scares me seeing you like this. Please come and just drink some water... do it for me?" Ian waited until Anthony agreed before leaving.

In a minute he came back with bottled water, but Anthony wasn't there. Ian heart sank. "ANTHONY! Anthony, where are you?" he heard crying from the bathroom. He burst through the door, breaking the lock. Anthony was hunched over the toilet, gun in hand. "Ant... what are you doing?

"She never loved me... we were going to live together... what the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Nothing... don't let her define you..." Ian reached his hand out toward the gun in Anthony's hand but he pulled it away, closer to his chest.

"No! You don't FUCKING understand! I thought she loved me... I was sure of it... but she lied to me. From the very start of it all, she lied to me!" He cocked the trigger and shot himself, right in the chest.

"NO!" Ian rushed to him, he was breathing shallowly, and crying.

"Ian... I - I'm so... sorry." his eyes closed and he fell onto Ian's lap.