You were an average teen, being fourteen. Your life was great in all, but sometimes life did get rough, you did do numerous things to harm yourself, but no one knew. You lived with your mother, Janice, and your two brothers. Elliot, who was fifteen, and Hayden, who was seventeen. Your mother and your father were divorced, so you guys went over to each other houses every week.

One night, you had woken up from the sound of shuffling coming from Elliot’s room. You got up, going into his room without knocking. You see him sitting on his bed, a bottle of pills in his hand as he pours them out. He had red cuts all over his shoulders and arms too. What was going on…?

He didn’t notice you, but when he heard someone else at the door he immediately froze. He looked up, seeing you, but then Hayden. He knew how strict Hayden was… it was no good. Hayden stood right behind you, leaning against the doorway and eating a cold-ass sandwich. He stood there with no expression, yet he felt mad about this all.