Colorful (Adopted by Emblem3)

Chapter 31: Where did I go wrong?

Song of the Chapter: How to Save a Life by The Fray

THE PIC OF KELSEY DIDNT POST I KNOW AND IM PISSED

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Ryder's POV:

Miss Jackson and Dr. Piatt walked in.

"You wanted to speak with us?" Dr. Piatt asked, directed to Drew.

"Yeah, we want Ryder back." Drew said.

"You'll have to show us some things, to prove you're giving Ryder a good childhood, which I'm sure Tasha told you" Dr. Piatt said, with Tasha nodding.

"Okay. So, this is Ryder's mother figure. Kelsey Yamamoto." Drew introduced, as Kelsey shook Dr. Piatt and Miss Jackson's hands.

Miss Jackson wrote something down into her notebook.

"What happens if You and Kelsey were to split up?" Miss Jackson asked Drew.

"Well, I hope that won't happen because, I care about her alot, and I'd hope she would still be there for Ryder." Drew said.

"Of course, I'll always be there for Ryder." Kelsey smiled, hugging me.

"And we'll show you were trying to stop the hate." I said, pulling up twitter on the laptop that sat on my bed.

I clicked on the Emblem3 twitter page and played the video that Drew told me about.

Wes and Keaton's faces popped up and talked about how much they loved me and how they hated that people were sending me hate.

I whipped away the few tears that slid in those ten minutes and fourty-six seconds where Keaton and Wes shared how much they cared about me.

Drew pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, "They're not the only ones who love you and care about you. I love you more than anyone else in the world and I care about you so much, you'll never know how fucking much I care about you and love you."

I whipped away the tears that slid down my cheeks. "I love you too, Drew. You're the only person that'd I'd consider my father."

Drew pulled back and looked at me, a silent tear sliding down his cheek.

"You really mean that?" He asked, smiling brightly.

"Of course." I smiled back.

"That's the best thing that I've ever heard." He smiled, more tears silently falling from his eye sockets.

He squeezed me tightly once more before letting me go.

He stood up and looked at Miss Jackson and Dr. Piatt as Miss Jackson wrote something else down.

Wesley's POV:

After Keats and I posted the video we went upstairs to take care of the final problem. Ryder's blades.

Keats, Julianna, and I walked upstairs and into Ryder's room and over to her desk. Where the box, labeled "Do not open." lied. Keats opened the lid as the bottom of it read, "Pick your poison."

I looked down to see the box half filled with blades. Three utility knives, dozens of pencil sharpener blades, five razors, and eight scissors with blood stains on most of them.

I felt tears brimming my eyes, just thinking of her doing this to herself.

~flashback~

"Ryder! Please open up!" I pounded on the door. She'd been in there for about an hour now. There was no answer. "If you don't open, I'm busting the door down."

3...2...1...

I shoved myself onto the door and it fell down onto the bathroom floor with a thud.

I looked down to see the girl I had only known for a few days. Blood running down her wrists with open wounds.

"Ryder I-" I managed to choke out, a single tear slipping from my eye. She was almost drowning in tears.

I sat down beside her, pulling her into my arms, rocking her back and forth.

"Please never do that again. If you ever feel like it again, just please talk to me." I whispered to her, as she nodded.

From that moment on, I knew she was my number one priority.

~End of Flashback~

I could have saved her. We wouldn't even be in this mess if I would've taken her state more seriously.

I whipped away the tears that had silently slipped.

I grabbed the box, without a word to Julianna or Keats, and went to my room.

I threw the box at the wall, in anger.

A few blades stuck in the drywall, as the rest fell to the floor. I turned around and punched the wall behind me.

I hit it again and again and again. Letting all of my anger out.

I pulled my fist back for another punch but, was held back.

"Keaton let me go!" I yelled in his face.

"No. You need to fucking calm down!" He yelled back.

"It's all my fault we don't have her anymore!" I yelled, kicking the wall.

"Wes! No it's not!" He yelled in my face.

I broke loose of his grasp and punched the wall repeatedly until there was almost no drywall left.

It's all my fault.