Rye's POV
I wake up on my bed. I look around and the boys are here.
"Rye, you awake?" Jack asks. I nod slowly. "We are worried about you," he continues.
I smile weakly, "I told you to not worried about me."
Harv comes and gives me a sandwich. "Eat."
I nod. Andy sits next to me. I stare at him. "Feel better?" He asks.
"Yeah, a lot." I roll down my sleeve. "What the fuck Rye?" Brook says.
The boys are staring at my wrist. Yeah, there are my cuts. "Guys my eyes are up here."
"Since when, you cut your self, how this can happened?" Mikey asks.
"Yeah, we are here. We are always here for you Rye," Harv says.
I stare at Andy. He nods. "Uh."
"Attention seeker." "You think they will care, huh?"
"Stupid Rye is believing now haha."
Damn. The voices. Not again, please.
"Rye, are you with us?" Andy asks. I nod.
"Um, I got schizophrenia. Uh. It feels like ten people leave inside my head. They keep telling that I am useless, I am bad. I try to fight but they are stronger. Sometimes they drive me crazy. I even don't know why they come from. They are controlling half of me," I explain.
Andy hugs me. I hug him back. "Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?" Brook asks.
"Uh. I just can't." I sigh.
"Fuck off. Stupid."
I shake my head. "Don't worry Rye, we will help you to beat the hell of that stupid schizophrenia," Jack asks. "Language Jack," Mikey says.
I giggle. Andy pulls away from the hug. "We will take you to the park," Andy says. I look at them.
"Alright."
I wish everything will get better. I have to promise my self that everything is going to get better.
I sigh in relief. I eat my sandwich. I look at Mikey, he whispers something to Jack.
Jack nods as he walks out from the room.
"Ryan sounds like having fun now." "Stop eating, you're going to be fat."
"Starve."
I look at my sandwich. No. Lord, please. I Just want to be normal.
"Anything wrong with the sandwich?" Harv asks. I shake my head.
Suddenly Jack comes in with a guitar. He gives it to Andy.
Andy starts playing the guitar.
Ah, I know this song. "Let us sing for you," Andy says as he plays his guitar and smiles at me.
"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,
I'll be the light to guide you
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in needYou can count on me like one two three
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two
You'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeahWhoa, whoa
