Broken

Prologue:

After being out for numerous hours he pulled up into the driveway, dragged his tall lanky body out of his Toyota Camry and quickly walked to the front door. He looked so sad, so broken. You can see he isn't the same anymore. He stays in his room almost everyday and it worries me. I worry that one day he will lose it and become someone he's not. The sound of the front door opening and closing interrupted my thoughts, but lead me to stare into his empty green eyes.

"How long have you been here?" He asked, while taking off his boots.

"Ever since you left."

"Why?"

"Because, Harry, I came to check on you."

His eyes traveled around the room before looking at me.

"I don't need a babysitter, I'm fine."

I reached for his arm and said, " I know your not fine, I can see it."

He looked at my hand then pulled it off his arm.

"Stop trying to help me Hayden! I don't need it!"

I looked at him in disbelief and raised my voice.

"Do you know what it's like seeing you so miserable Harry? It breaks my heart!"

I lowered my voice after seeing the surprised look on his face.

"I just want you to get better, I want you to be yourself again. I want all of this for you because I... I..."

He stood in front of me with arms crossed over his chest. Eyes looking at the floor with a frown etched on his face.

"Harry, I lov-"

Suddenly, the front door opened and a crowd of people barged into Harry's house with alcohol in their hands.