This was a therapeutic chain of events.

EIGHTEEN

Brendon P.O.V

I woke up at 6am this morning to take a piss, meanwhile I thought I might as well go check on Ronnie. When I didn't find her in her room, I freaked the fuck out. I've searched the entirety of the house 4 times already, and called her 32 times, every time there was no answer. It's her second day here and I've already lost her. What if something bad happened to her, what if someone had hurt her. What if she? The words she said in the hospital haunted my memory like flies on shit, they wouldn't leave 'I wanted to die.' Were the only four words circulating my head right now. Dallon, Kenneth and Daniel were out looking for her, but Sarah told me I was in too much of a state to be driving, so she told me to stay here and wait for someone to call, or see if she came home.

I resisted the urge to call mom and dad, as the only words that would come out of their mouths were 'I told you so' or 'you've let us down Brendon' and I couldn't be dealing with any of their shit today. I checked my phone every other second, pacing a hole in my hallway floor, just staring at the door waiting for someone, anyone to walk through. I could not deal with losing her, not until I've made things right with her. She has to know how much I care about her.

The time was 9:03, the same time it was the last time I checked my phone. Why isn't she answering, her phone wasn't left in her room. I couldn't even think straight. I was practically pulling my hair out and grinding my jaw down to nothing. That's when I heard a car pull up outside, I was frozen. I braced myself for bad news, the worst news. The door handle was pulled down and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Then I saw her, Ronnie, walking through the front door, in one complete piece.

She shot me a weird look, probably wondering why I was standing here with my eyes wide just staring at her. But then casually making her way to the kitchen to make some coffee. Then I basically snapped.

"Ronnie! Where the fuck have you been?" I shouted, she squinted and looked like she was suffering from a major come down.

"Wow, loud noises much, what's the big deal?" She said, rubbing the sides of her temple.

"What's the big deal? The big deal is that when I woke up this morning you weren't in your room, then I search the entire house for you and you're nowhere to be found." I shouted again, starting to literally pant from anger because she didn't seem to give two shits. "What you don't answer your phone when people call you?" I shouted, once again. Dude chill out, you used to sneak out all the time. My conscious spoke to me, shut up conscious, now is not the time to be a smart ass.

"My battery died." She said turning to me, pulling her phone out her pocket and throwing it down on the kitchen counter. "Now will you please stop the yelling, I have a big ass fucking head ache and would appreciate a little silence." She ironically shouted.

"Do not shout at me! I have not done anything wrong!" I continued to shout. She did a childish groan and stormed upstairs leaving her pot of coffee half made. "And I'd appreciate a note next time!" I shouted up the stairs. "And come drink this coffee you just made!" I was being such a fucking hypocrite right now, I used to smoke, I used to sneak out, I used to smoke weed, well sometimes even now smoke weed.

But you can't blame me for being a little worried, especially after what happened only 68 hours ago. I don't know how long this has been going on, what people she's involved with, what drugs she's doing? Sure if she's smoking weed and sneaking out partying I wouldn't be that worried, but if she's a heroin addict and getting pregnant, then I'm allowed to be an overprotective, neurotic control freak of a brother, who has to know her sisters where abouts every second of every day.

Now I had to make phone calls to all the guys and Sarah who were out looking for her. I heard Ronnie slam the door to her room, and I swear the house shook.

I stormed to the bottom of the stairs, shouting at the top of my lungs.

"You break that door, you're living without one!" Then taking a deep breathe I dialled the phone.

Ronnie's P.O.V

I stormed upstairs and slammed my door shut, wincing at the pain it shot through my brain. I was so angry, I started pacing up and down my room, just in order not to punch a hole through the wall. He is such a fucking hypocrite. I thought to myself, who does he think he is telling me what not to do, when he was doing the exact same thing at my age. The thought made me release another childish groan, before collapsing on my bed and rubbing my temples raw, attempting to get rid of this bitch of a headache.

Thoughts of last night flooded my memory, putting a smile on my face, I really cut a break with those three guys, I was so happy I found people like me again. I felt so out of place with all these prim and proper adults who claim to be rock stars, even though they giggle like school girls, and Sarah for some reason makes me really uncomfortable. I guess it's because I think my parents wished I was more like her, along with the rest of society, she was welcomed and I was shunned, at least I was used to it now though.

I had found a method which helps me deal with my depression and anxiety in an effective way. I feel no pain, I feel nothing, everything is better.

Everything is better.