A/N: Here's another sequel, this one is a sequel to 'Why?'

Oh, and its dedicated to kellz494 for helping me get inspiration for it!

Warning: Mature content and language

Disclaimer: I do not own McFly. Just this story line.

Aftershock

I hate him.

Dr. Smith stared at me. I stared right back. This guy was..weird looking. His eyes were an ugly green colour, and they just stared at you, never straying. Trying to find things in your mind, trying to make you confess everything. His hair was brown, turning gray, and it was a comb over!

I hated him.

He had the worst clothes, all sloppy. Ya I know my clothes look sloppy, but I make it look good. Still I hated him. I also hated Danny, Tom and Harry. They're the ones that sent me here. I told them I was better now. Didn't believe me. They also cut all my long sleeved shirts. Jerks.

I moved my eyes from Dr. Smith's eyes and onto my bandaged arms. It had been a month since that night. I had to stay in the hospital for almost three weeks! Thats how much blood and strength I lost. Then this past week, I've been under the watch of my three band mates. Two words. No. Freedom.

Dr. Smith let out a deep sigh before trying again.

"Why Dougie?" And like every other flippin time, I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I dunno." Ya, like I'm going to explain to him what I went through. That was between myself, Danny, Tom and Harry. Not my stupid therapist. Why did the other three think I would go and tell Dr. Smith why I cut myself? Finally the timer rang. "Same time tomorrow Dougie." He said in his annoying voice. I just mumbled whatever and walked out of the office.

I immediately saw Tom's car and hopped in. What I was shocked to see was Danny in the driver's seat. Just as I opened my mouth to ask where Tom was, Danny started talking. "Tom suddenly got hit with inspiration, so I came instead." He didn't even look at me. Just turned on the car and started for home. I knew Danny was mad, but it had been a month! I just nodded and looked out my window. It was very quiet in the car. All you heard was mine and Danny's breathing. Finally Danny spoke. "So, how was therapy?" Of all the things he could of possibly said, he asked about the stupid therapy. I was tired of my best friend ignoring me, and what happened. So I finally burst.

"It was a month ago! Get over it all ready!" I yelled at him. I didn't even have to what 'it' was. Danny knew. He started to get angry, but concentrated on the road. "Its not that simple Dougie." His voice scary calm. "You're my best friend, I thought we told each other everything." Now that pissed me off.

"If we we're best friends, explain how you didn't notice that I was hurting myself. Because of you!" I yelled at him.

"God dammit Dougie!" He yelled back, slamming on the brakes and flicking the blinker on. After looking at the traffic, he turned onto our street, then tension thick in the car. The McFly house came into view and he pulled into the driveway. After he killed the engine, he turned towards me.

"Dougie." He said slowly. "It's not my fault that you acted so happy." I rolled my eyes and jumped out of the car. "And it's not my fault my best friend chose to ignore me!" I yelled to him as I headed towards the house. The other door slammed shut before I heard Danny call out to me. "Dougie come back here!" I turned around glaring at him with such anger I think he actually flinched. "No! You come to me when you get over this!" I told him, holding up my bandaged arms. Then I proceeded in storming into the house and headed towards my room upstairs.

"How was therapy Dougie?" I heard Harry ask from somewhere. My only reply was, "Fuck off!" And a door slam. I threw myself onto my bed and grabbed the stereo remote. After I had my music blasting, I lifted my arms. I still remembered that night clearly. My eyes blurred with tears as I tore off the white bandages. Scars covered my skinny arms. I traced my fingers along the scars. While I was still in the hospital, the other three had cleared my room of all sharp objects or anything I could cut myself with. I threw my arms back down, trying to ignored the tugging pain in my heart. I still don't think that they fully understand what I went through.

Suddenly the music seemed too loud, so I hit the power button on the remote and tossed it onto the floor. With the music gone, I could hear Harry and Danny arguing downstairs. This was all my fault! Slowly and silently the tears rolled down my face, and my body shook violently with quiet sobs. The band was falling apart because of me! As I lay in the darkness of my room, I cried. I didn't want to loose my three best friends. Three of the greatest things in my life. Suddenly I heard a soft knock. "Come in." I said, my voice cracking. It was Tom. As he reached for the light switch, I heard myself say no. And he listened and just came inside. He sat down beside where my hips were. We both sat in the dark, listening to our two best friends argue. My body started to shake again from the quiet sobs, and the tears came down my face. Tom pulled me up, careful to use my hands and not my scarred arms, and made me sit like him. Then he pulled me into a hug, and we sat there with my crying into his shoulder. We pulled away when we heard a knock and two bodies came and sat down. I wiped away the warm tears, but they continued to fall. Tom pulled me into another hug and soon enough the other two joined.

Once we broke up the hug, Danny started talking. "Dougie, I really am trying to get over this whole thing, but you need to understand that it is really hard for me! I'm scared everyday that you might..c-cut yourself really bad, and then..die." By the time Danny finished he was also crying. I was shocked that he actually said that I cut myself. I looked at the other two.

"Do you feel the same way?" They nodded slowly. I took a deep, shaky breath.

"I can't promise that it won't happen again." That earned me three shocked faces, but I ignored them and continued. "But I can promise to try my best to not let it happen again." I finished. This seemed to satisfy them. Suddenly I felt that McFly just got stronger and closer.

But I still hate Dr. Smith.


A/N: I may write a chapter two that is set a couple months into the future, but then it's done. This was basically just Danny and Dougie both dealing with what happened. I am going to write another story that will be about five-ish chapters long, and it will be Dougie and his eating disorder. So please keep a look out for that. Oh and it helps to have read 'Imperfection' then 'Why?' then this. Please review! Thanks.

-FallennAngel