*Tom*
There is no answer when I ring Zac's doorbell. He isn't answering his phone either and I start to get really nervous. I try calling Ivy. The phone getting picked up at the third ring. "If this is you Zac, you better run before I get my hands on you".

"Uh sorry, who might I be talking to ?" It was definitely not Ivy, even though the voice was kind of similar. "And no I am not Zac, this is Tom. I need to talk to Ivy".

There is a bit of silence and then a nervous giggle. "Uhh sorry Tom. It's Sadie, Ivy's sister. She can't really come to the phone as she had her heart crushed by a lying cheating bastard".

Shit Zac had broken and told her. Not that I didn't think she needed to know, but there are ways to soften a blow like that. "Do you or Ivy happen to know were Zac is ? Because I can't find him and honestly I am very worried for him".

"That jerk can go hop in the ocean for all I care. I am so done being a fan". She says through clenched teeth, then her tone changes. "You said you are Tom, as in that Tom ? As in Loki ?"

"Uhh well I guess so. And nice to talk to you Sadie. But right now I need to find Zac, as he might be about to do something really stupid". I say in my most imploring voice.

There is a huff on the other end, then a thoughtful sound. "Try and call Eric, he might have an idea or know if he is on set. I can send you the number from Ivy's phone".

"Please do that Sadie and tell Ivy I will come by and check on her as soon as I am sure Zac is okay". I tell her. Zac is first priority. I don't believe Ivy is about to do harm to herself, but he just might be.

"Well see you later then Tom". Sadie says and we end the call. A few moments later a number ticks in on my screen and I call it.

Turns out Eric is already on his way, being unable to get a hold of Zac to. Apparently Zac should have been on set an hour ago, but he never showed up. So now I am even more worried, Zac has always been one to do his job, no matter how fucked he was.

Five minutes later Eric pulls up. He comes out and we shake hands. "Good to see you again Tom. Wish the circumstances was better though. So what happened ?"

"Zac went on a bender last night, the whole shebang. Unfortunately I was too late to stop him from doing some hooker in the bathroom. He told Ivy and she left him. No one has heard from him since". I say, knowing that Eric knows about Zac's problems, at least to some extent.

"Fuck". He kicks at a pile of snow. "I really thought that he had it under control. He loves that girl like no other before her, no doubt. Shit he must be in a deep hole right now".

I look at the door, wondering if Zac is inside and just ignoring us. "Do you think he would do something really stupid ?"

"Honestly I am afraid he could". Eric shakes his head, looking at the door. "Do you think we should break down the door ?"

I walk up to the door, checking the card lock over. "I don't think we need to break down the door. I need a sheet of flexible plastic and a scissor or knife".

"I have some very heavy duty plastic pockets I use for photos. Just a minute". He goes to the car coming back with plastic pocket and a hobby knife. "There you go, but how will you open the door with that ?"

"Like this". I use the knife to cut out a hole in the plastic sheet. Then I slide it through the crack at the side of a door, luckily it's an older door, and not air tight. I slowly pull it back, it takes a couple of tries, but then I feel it stop, being caught on the inside handle. I pull down and hear the door click open. "Voila".

Eric just stares at me, like I just sprouted a second head or something. "Seriously Tom, I am not even gonna question how someone like you knows how to do that".

I just shrug, this isn't the time to get into that. I walk inside, Eric following right behind me. "Zac ! ZAC! Are you here ?"

At first everything seems quiet, almost to quiet, maybe he isn't here. But then I hear a low sound. Someone sobbing and mumbling to themselves, but I can make out what he is saying, if he is saying anything.

I wave for Eric to follow me towards the bedroom door. As I reach out to open the door a faint smell hits me. I know that smell, but I can't place it at first, but then I realise, it's blood.. why does it smell like blood ?

"Can you smell that ? The blood ?" I turn to look at Eric, scared of what I will find behind the door.

He runs a hand over his face. "No, but if you say here smells like blood I trust you.. But Tom right now you are fucking scaring me, how the fuck do you know how blood smells ?"

I don't answer him, I just slowly open the door. I see him right away, huddlet into the corner. There is blood on him, there is some blood splattered on the wall. And at first I am not sure what is going on. "Zac ?! Look at me Zac".

"Leave me alone, just leave me". He mumbles and I spot something shining in his hand. He is bare chested, his skin seems to be covered in red lines, but when I step inside, looking closer I realise that it is the word sorry, carved into his flesh over and over.

"Oh fuck Zac, what are you doing ?" This one is new, or at least I think it is. I turn my head towards Eric, whispering. "Has he done this before ? Cutting himself".

"Yeah, but nothing like this at all and not for a long time". Eric whispers back. He steps around me, speaking in a soothing voice. "Zac please stop doing that, stop hurting yourself".

Zac looks up, his eyes flashing between us. I have never seen his eyes like this before, feral like a cornered animal or someone gone mad. He lifts the razor blade in his hand to his neck. "Don't come closer, I'll do it".

"Zac listen, this isn't helping anything. Why do you feel like you have to do this ? Does it remove the pain". I ask, inching closer to him.

He looks at the razor blade. "It silences them, the demons. They wanted me to drink, to do drugs.. to.. I couldn't do that, I needed to get them out of me".

"I get it, believe me I get it more than you know. But you need to stop okay ? There are other ways. Please give me the razor". I hold out my hand, stepping closer.

He lifts the razor blade to his throat again, pressing hard enough for droplets of blood to trickle out. "Don't Tom, stay away. Don't come closer, they won't let you".