Dustin felt more kicks and the foot press down into his back as he writhed and flailed around. Whimpering in fear and pain but still he moved. He was freaking out. His eyes wide and unfocused but inside he felt it happening. He felt the cracking of his sanity. He felt the cracking and dissolving of his will to live. Of his will to stay here. He felt it when the thin thin bar of sanity he had clung to internally snaped. His eyes suddenly went hollow and inside he had no will to keep going. He felt the extreme depression take over. The tears trail down his cheeks. He was suddenly not stepped on. His gaze looked to see a vampire standing by him. He instantly curled up to protect himself to the best of his ability. He heard the others get sent flying. Heard the one told he would be drank dry gather his buddies and flee. He crawled and pulled his aching body over to the dagger of his. Holding it to him. He whimpered in pain but forced himself to sit up. More bruising. He was just starting to unbruise from the attack on him by that vampire and his roommate drinking from him. It had hurt and almost killed him. He slowly got to his feet and swayed. Nothing mattered anymore. His mind had snapped. This had pushed him over that dangerous edge he had been on. He slowly began walking. His eyes empty of life. He stopped and turned to Ron. â€œThank you...â€ He said in a soft and dead voice. He wanted it all to be over. He needed it all to be over. Question is...how to do it? He then started walking again. Maybe the water this time. Yeah. That was something he hadnâ€™t tried. Maybe let himself go to a water grave. Try to be free of this infernal suffering his guardian angel put him through.