I walk into the house and I'm suddenly engulfed by Dylan. "Where were you? I was worried," he frantically asks questions. I melt into his hug and wrap my arms around him. He instantly relaxes. "I'm sorry. I was out doing my guitar thing, then I got asked out for coffee by Connor Franta. He invited me over since it was so late and his house was closer than ours, I fell asleep and woke up later then I wanted to," I let the entire story spill from my lips. "Then why are you crying?" He asks gently. I didn't notice that we had sat down, or that I was geting his shirt wet with tears. "Because I actually thought it would be possible for a boy like him to like me for who I am. Turns out, he has a girlfriend. I guess he just felt bad for me," I shrug and pull away from my brother's grasp. This isn't the first time that this type of thing has happened. In fact, it happens more than it should. I just have bad luck, I guess.
Tyler walks out of the kitchen. "What happened Dan? You look like a wet raccoon," he says and a smile finds it's way to my lips. "I didn't have time to do my make-up this morning Ty," I say and stand up. He knows what happened, he can tell just by looking in my eyes. He's got this brother-ly intuition, and he knows everything about me without me telling him. "You sure that you're okay?" I nod, I'll be fine. I've gone through it before, and I can get through it now. My phone rings in my guitar case. I open it and grab my phone. I look at the caller ID and set it on top of my case. "Aren't you going to get that?" Dylan asks. "Nope. It's Connor. I don't want to deal with him right now," I say and Tyler seems proud.
"Looks like someone is letting go of her fear and is becoming herself again," I smile. For a while after dad left and mom died, I went through this 'punk' phase. It was the time when I felt most comfortable with myself. Then I started getting bullied, which led to self-harm, so I became a sterotypical girl. "I think it's time to go back to who I was," I say, confidence leaking from my voice. I walk up to my room. I open my closet and pull out the box labeled 'Never Again'. I open the box and pull out a box a bright blue hair dye, and some bracelets. 'Never Again' has come.
