Luke walks up to Jon's front door and knocks on the door. No movement sounds from behind the door beside Baby Delirious's pit. Luke sigh. "Jonny! I'm back from my trip! Answer the fucking door!" When he gets no reply he pulls the spare key out from the potted plant and enters the house. He almost gagged when he walked in. There was dog shit and piss all over the floor. And no sign of Del. The dog baby pulled on Luke's pant leg. Luke sigh and then walks through the house to where the dog was leading him. He looks into the bathroom and his heart breaks. There lay his best friend. Hanging on the edge of the tub. A pill bottle still in his hand. Luke knew even though Jon's chest still risen and fell. That he wasn't going to make it. He had been like this for God knows how long already. Luke calls nine one one and soon watch them try to pump life into his friend. As they took Jon. Luke noticed a piece of paper on the floor. He picks it up.

Dear Friends.

I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for putting you through this. But. I'm tired. I barely get any sleep anymore. All I can think about now is different ways of killing myself. And if you're reading this then. I found my way. I couldn't live with the pain. The pain of all the shit the guys put me through without even realizing it.

There was a bunch of scriblled out lines as if he didn't like what he wrote

Luke. I know your gonna be the one to find me. And I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. Don't hate the guys. Hate the horrid nagging voices in my head. Telling me I was worthless. I couldn't-

Luke sigh and set down the letter. Unable to finish reading it. He walks over to Jon's set up and calls their friends in a video call. They all answer almost immediately. "Jon?!" They all shout. "No..." Luke says. "It's Luke... Jon's... Uh... Well.. he on the way to the hospital.... I found him barely breathing guys...." Luke tries not to sob. "He.... The paramedics say.... He has a 12 percent chance of surviving.... He basically killed himself...." "WHAT?! LUKE THIS BETTER NOT BE A FUCKING JOKE!" Tyler yells. Luke sighs "it's not... How do you think I feel huh?! being gone two days. And coming back to your best friend DYING! on his fucking bathroom floor. Huh?!" They all silently process this. And they one by one. Left the call. "Luke.... Your not the only one who cared about Delirious...." Brock says before leaving as well. Luke then leaves the call as well. He then heads to the hospital. To get confirmation on Jonathan's condition. Knowing it wasn't going to be good.

"I'm sorry Mr. Patterson... Jonathan Dennis didn't make it..." Luke sits down. Letting the information sink in. Heart broken, he gets up. He thanks the doctor and calls Jon's sister to come deal with Jon's stuff and all that. Once that was done he leaves the hospital and sits outside where he records a small vlog like thing. "Guys.... I got some bad news for y'all... Delirious.... He passed away this afternoon... He was killed by perscription drugs. The drugs that were supposed to keep him healthy. And they killed him. Because he wanted them to. Jonathan killed himself. Because he was struggling with a lot of mental shit that he couldn't handle anymore. Just know. Delirious Army. He loved you guys. A lot. You meant the world to him. I want you guys to know that... This is probably gonna be the last thing I post for a long time. I doubt I'm gonna be able to recover from this. It hurts to much to even Think about doing YouTube without Del. I'm sorry guys. I'll see y'all on the flip side how bout that.... Bye..." He ends the video and sighs surprised he was able to get through that without sobbing like a baby. He then uploads the video and tries to recover from his loss.