~15th January, 2006~

Tyler's POV

Screaming. The sound I dread the most. The sound that makes me hide my head under a pillow and cry.

The worst thing about the screams is who it comes from.

Y/N.

Ever since Y/N found her new 'best friend', she's been different.

She cuts, she throws up her food, she goes out drinking all night and, the thing that scares me the most, has possibly started taking drugs.

It seems like she does, anyway. This fight she's having with my parents right now, for example, is something she'd never do.

I should probably go out and help my parents, help Y/N, but I'm too scared to leave my room. I'm too scared of what I'll see. I'm too scared of what Y/N could possibly do to me in the state she is in.

Instead, I soak my pillow with tears of pain, guilt and fear.

Pain; my friend, my sister, is not who she used to be.

Guilt; I'm doing nothing to help her or my parents and am cowering away in the safety of my bedroom instead.

Fear; I know what is to come is not going to be good.

~Time skip~

"Tyler?" I open my eyes and turn to the my bedroom door where Zack  stands, a look of sorrow plastered on his face and a piece paper in his hand. "She's gone."

He walks over, holding the note out for me to take. I snatch it from his hand and read the rushed handwriting.

Tyler,
         
I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I can't stay here anymore.

Please know that I love you all, especially Ma and Pa, but I don't fit in.

Please, don't stay up all night worrying about me. I'll be safe. Liz and Ben will look after me.

Look after yourself. Don't do anything stupid. Don't waste your time looking for me. Don't let me drag you down.

I want you to use that brilliant mind of yours to sing words that will change the world and make it a better place. Do that for me.

I love you with all my heart, brother, and I always will.
                                          Y/N xxx

The tears fall uncontrollably. Y/N, my sister, is gone. Where she went, I'll never know.

All I want to do is scream and shout and punch a wall until my knuckles are raw and bleeding.

Instead, I bury my face back in my pillow and cry.