Death's Tour

The concert had gone great. But Gerard was acting strange. He went to the bathroom after the concert, which was usual. But he spent half an hour in there, and when he came out, he was shaking, and however much he tried to hide it, I would see that his wrist was sliced. He was completely out of it as he stumbled to his bunk in the tour van.
"What's up with him?" Bob asked as he came up to me with a bag of chips. I crossed my arms.
"Dunno. Looks like he just saw a ghost. I'll go check on him." I cautiously followed Gerard's tracks to his bunk. Mine was above him, so maybe it'd seem less suspicious if I went.
"Uh, hey, Gee. What's up?" I casually leaned against the doorway. He hadn't turned on the lights, so all I saw was his wide eyes staring at me from the darkness. He tried to speak, but he ended up coughing wildly. I bit the inside of my cheeks. He was acting extremely strange.
Even knowing how it might upset him, I turned on the lights. I wished I hadn't. Gerard was visibly shaking, his hazel eyes tired, the cut on his wrist wide open and bleeding, hair a complete disaster. After a concert, he was usually full of energy, and still groomed. When I stepped toward him, he raised a knife with a trembling hand. My eyes widened. He was one of my best friends. I knew him. I stepped back, calling to the others. I ran back to the backstage and yelled to Ray. I check what had happened, I went into the bathroom.

Notes

Ya, lots of short chapters, but ORGANIZATION