This was a therapeutic chain of events.

SIXTEEN

I didn't see Ronnie for pretty much the rest of the day, apart from the five times she came down for coffee. I thought I drank a lot of coffee, but watching Ronnie go through two pots of coffee in one day, made me think otherwise. I watched her the last time she came down, still wearing the tee shirt she wore this morning, she made a pot of black coffee, poured it out, then stood over it with the sugar dispenser for at least 10 seconds. I had to physically stop myself from letting my mouth fall open. That was a little over two hours ago now, and my brotherly instinct was starting to kick in. I didn't mean to be clingy or overly protective but it couldn't hurt just to go up to her room and check on her. 

I pushed open the door and couldn't see Ronnie anywhere, my first instinct was to freak out, but then I saw a pair of legs through the sheer shades of the curtains and could see her resting her elbows on the iron bar of the balcony. 

Ronnie's P.O.V

"Hey" I heard Brendon's annoying voice speak through the shades of the curtains, I ignored him, flicked the butt of my cigarette and took another puff. "I just came to- what the fuck Ronnie!" Brendon's voice raised as he saw the smoking cigarette I held in my right hand. 

"What?" I asked, not looking at him, running a hand through my hair. 

"Your smoking?" He said, his eyes wide and mouth a little parted.

"Yeah." I said, not seeing why it was such a big deal, he used to smoke. 

"Ronnie you're 17 years old." He said walking closer to me.

"Don't be such a hypocrite you started smoking when you were 15, and don't even try to deny it, because I remember covering for you when I was like 5." I said taking a drag of my cigarette and releasing it again. 

"Ronnie, I USED to smoke, then I realised how bad it was for you." He said trying to defend himself.

"Only then maybe when I'm as old as you, I'll do the same." I took another drag and smiled sarcastically at nothing, staring straight ahead. Then after remaining there for a few more seconds, he mumbled something and then turned to walk back through my room. 

Brendon's P.O.V

I walked back into Ronnie's room after catching her smoking, even though she obviously wasn't hiding, I couldn't tell her she wasn't allowed to smoke, that would make me such a hypocrite, it just pissed me off that I couldn't do anything about it. 

As I was about to walk out the room something caught my eye, I turned my head, seeing the untouched plate of food which I brought up for Ronnie this morning. I sighed, closing my eyes and shaking my head before walking over snatching up the plate and taking it back downstairs. 

When I walked into the living room Sarah looked up from her phone and smiled, but when she saw the look on my face, it dropped immediately. 

"What happened?" She asked me looking down at the plate in my hand and sighing.

"It's like she's fighting me. That's two days now she hasn't touched anything to eat, i'm really worried about her Sarah. I think this is worse than I thought." I sighed putting the plate on the counter and walking over to join Sarah. 

"I mean, maybe it's a side effect of her being in the hospital, maybe she's lost her appetite?" She said, stroking my chest and trying to comfort me.

"The doctor said she should be eating normally though, if not more than normal..." I paused. "She said something in the hospital." I said, looking down at my hands and furrowing my forehead.

"What did she say?" She asked me copying my actions. I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"She said she knew what she was doing... She said she wanted to die..." There was silence. "She tried to kill herself Sarah." I spoke looking over at her wide eyes. Once they softened and she could find the words to say she spoke. 

"Babe, she needs to know that you're there for her, it's gonna be hard having to take it easy on her, and help her at the same time, because she hasn't been making it easy for you. But she needs you know." She smiled at me.

"All her life she's never been told what right or wrong, no one kept reminding her how much they loved her. I should've never left." I sighed shaking my head.

"Brendon you can't say that, If you never left you would never have the things you have today." She tried to say encouragingly.

"No, if I had never left, none of this would've ever happened." I got up from the couch, beginning to grow frustrated, not with Sarah, but with my past that refused not to come back and haunt me. I wanted to make Ronnie better, I needed to make Ronnie better.

As soon as there was nothing left to say, there was silence. 

Ronnie's P.O.V

As soon as my alarm next to my bed hit 1:00am, I pulled the covers back revealing my fully dressed body and slipped quietly out of bed. I didn't want to see Brendon and get an unnecessary ear full from him, because it's not like I would listen anyway. 

Luckily the door to my room made little to no noise when opening it, so my journey was made a whole lot easier by that. I was wearing my black ripped mom jeans, my black crew neck crop, black tattoo choker, loose leather jacket and black army boots. I crept as lightly as I could in hard toed shoes making my way from the top of the stairs to the bottom. I'd gotten good at this, I knew when I was first going out to meet 'new people' not to draw attention to myself, I go in all black, bring my money, fake ID, phone and always have cab numbers on me. I had done my research before this, I mean I'm not stupid. I had found this area, which most of the locals would probably consider to be dodgy, but then that's just another stereotype, this was a new city, with a lot of fresh faces. So it was the perfect time for me to fins some new friends, and new people to hang out with. Bono taught me everything I know about this shit, where to look for them, how to act, what to say, what not to say, pretty much the works. 

I had called a cab and it was waiting out the front gates, I tightly griped the front door in order for it not to make any noise, then when I was out, ran towards the gate, making sure I was silent as I passed Brendon and Sarah's balcony, I stuffed a copy of the house key in my front pocket, I was planning on being back before they woke up, but on a night like this you never know.