-Tyler Mirandez's POV-
"Tyler, I'll be downstairs if you need anything. If you're tired then feel free to go to bed."
"Alright. Thanks Danny."
"No problem kiddo."
I'm kinda scared of all this. Of finally having a home and family.
I put my bag on the counter and undo the zipper. The first thing that pops out is my ipod. Im going to be needing it later but it isn't what I'm looking for. I dig down to the bottom of my bag and pull out the small jewellery box. I set it on the counter and open it. Inside is an assortment of bandages, razors, and other sharp objects. I take off my shirt revealing a cut and scared belly and chest. I pick up one of the razors and bring it to my chest.
I make a long cut across my chest. Then another. And another. I make cut after cut across my chest. When I put down the razor blood is smeared all over my chest and hands. I turn on the water and get a black cloth. I wash all the blood off my chest and hands then bandage up the cuts. I put my stuff away and put on a pair of sweat pants and an old grey shirt.
I go sit on the bed and open up the shoe box. I look through a few of my old pieces of writing and my drawings.
I hear someone walking down the hall. I quickly shove the box under the bed and get under the covers, pretending to be asleep. The door opens and Danny walks in. He changes then gets into the bed. I don't move until his breathing evens out. I lay awake in the bed for a while, listening to his steady breathing. It's been a long time since I've been in an actual house.
***one week later***
I wake up and Danny's gone. I sit up and feel a stinging pain in my chest. Hopefully my most recent cuts won't reopen. I get up and go downstairs. I can hear the guys arguing about something. I listen from the stairs for a minute.
"Shut up! You guys are going to wake up Tyler!"
"Fine, we'll talk about this later. I'm going out for a bit!"
Jordon walks out the front door, slamming it behind him. He doesn't even notice me. Dylan walks over to the window by the door and watches Jordon drive off.
"Aw man, he took the convertible!"
He turns around and sees me standing by the stairs.
"Morning Tyler."
"Morning."
"We're about to go out for some breakfast. Johnny's staying behind so you can stay, too, if you want."
"Yea, I'd like to stay."
"Okay, anything in particular that you want?"
"I'm a vegatarian, so something without meat."
He gestures for me to follow him. We go into the kitchen.
"Bad news guys! We gotta take this kid back, he doesn't eat meat!"
"Shut up, Dylon!"
"Chill out, Johnny."
"Whatever,"
"Well, anyways let's go. You comin' Ty?"
"Nah, I'll stay."
"Okay. See ya in a bit."
I take a seat across from Johnny as they leave.
"What were you and Jordon arguing about earlier?"
"You heard that?"
"Only the last bit."
"It's nothing you need to worry about. Aron's just causing some drama."
