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(Omniscent POV)

Sandy stood in her living room enraged at the broken vase Raoul hadn't even noticed. Then there was the window. The window was completely trashed. It looked as if a soccer ball had gone through the window. Her first visit home and she comes to a house reeking of alcohol. How much more was to come her way. Besides the fact that Lars had a piercing in his lip, two actually and his hair was insane. She hoped Maurice didn't look that way. And little Reggie Rocket, Lars had told her that Reggie had a piercing in her lip too. She couldn't believe what these kids had ended up like. Slowly Reggie and Twister made their way into the cul-de-sac.

"The vase! How could I forget? Aw shit Lars must've gotten a beating for that." Twister said approaching his house.

"Soccer ball?" She asked looking at the hole.

"The window! I can't believe Lars took the rap for that."

"Me neither." Finally they reached the front door.

"Maurice Rodriguez!" She yelled, "Why did you let your brother play ball in this house?"

"I was probably at Otto's when he did it. Chill mom!"

"Oh little Regina it is true. How could your father let you get your lip pierced?" She asked holding Reggie's face in her hands.

"Because I asked, ma'am." Reggie said touching her piercing.

"Reggie you look so terrible. What'd you do to yourself?" A little offended she stared at the ground.

"Twister your brother is grounded for a month. I sent him out today to get you. Where is he?" She asked, she hadn't even noticed he wasn't there.

"He's well, I asked him if he would get my board because I forgot it at MadTown. I'll go get him." Twist said taking off with Reggie chasing him down.

"Give me my phone Twist." Reggie said as they ran along. He handed it over and she dialed his number.

"What?" He said in an aggravated tone.

"Where the hell are you?" Reggie asked as she slowed down.

"Where do you think?" He asked her. That's when she knew.

"Stay there." She said and hung up. Sprinting as fast she could she ran to the pier. They had sat there the previous day, and that's where he was. "Lars what's wrong?"

"It's just… I took that big rap for Twist. He's never done anything for me."

"I wouldn't be so sure, he just saved your ass. Your mom asked where you were he told her you were going to find his skateboard at MadTown." Reggie said slumping next to him.

"He said that to save my hide?" He asked.

"I bet he'd say more to help you get out of hell. Seriously he'd do anything for you." Reggie said smiling. Twister did love his brother. "Now, what's wrong Lars?"

"It's just, I thought I'd be happier my mom was home, but now I'm just thinking of everything. All the horrible things." The ground sure seemed amazing to him, at least Reggie thought so. His eyes were glued to the ground, he didn't want to look up.

"Continue." She said looking at him. He wouldn't look up though, he spoke at the ground.

"How she instigated most of the fights between Twist and me. Also, how my father was always so close to the edge. She makes me so mad that she has no idea about what I've gone through these past three years. I'm not even sure if my dad remembers." Twister sat facing the ocean listening as they talked. For once he knew what Lars was talking about. A tear fell from his eye as he thought about his brother just leaving the planet; how he wouldn't have the person he cared about most there for him.

"Talk to me Lars about anything. What's been so bad about the last three years?" She whispered as she slid her hand across his arm in a soothing manner.

"Six hospital visits and she doesn't have a fucking clue." A tear streamed down his face. He was actually crying. Full out crying.

"Hospital visits… to who?" She asked and she got it, he had gone to the hospital.

"Attempted suicide." The tears stung his face he didn't like it but he could no longer control himself. Reggie's arms were around him in an embracing hug.

"Lars I'm… Oh, jeezus please, please don't try it again."

"I'm really trying, seriously it really is harder then most make it seem." Reggie had let go of him and a tear fell from her eye. Twister came from around the pier in tears."I'm so sorry! I can't believe how bad you've gotten Lars." Twister said hugging his brother; he had never seen anyone in such a desperate need for help.

"It's… I'm okay Twist." He hugged his brother back he didn't want Twist to see him like this.

As the day faded and Reggie separated from Twister and Lars, she wondered if Lars would be okay.

Pressure built all around him, and it was the worst feeling ever. Tears began to sting his eyes. The rubber band snapped against his flesh, it helped. It helped, it helped, it failed.

The strain on his flesh hurt against the blade. Nothing could control this pain. Flesh tore, and he cried. Now he was unaware of his surroundings as the blood pooled and congealed. He felt better.

A quick knock on the door and up the stairs she went. It's what she grew accustom to over the past two years. "Lars?" Her voice sang out.

'No, no, no. She can't see me this way.' Lars' mind started going black.

"Lars? Hun?" She muttered walking into his room. "LARS!" Her voice was in sheer terror. This situation was not new to her. "Twist? Twist!" She howled out and he rushed into the room.

"What hap-p-pened?" He stammered.

"Call 9-1-1" She said kneeling next to Lars, checking his pulse. There was none. "Lars!" She screamed, her hands grasping for anything. Grabbing a shirt on the floor she tore it and tied it around his wrist, the bleeding needed to stop. Nikkie moved his body to the floor. Quickly she began CPR, she knew he wasn't far gone. Two breaths and seventeen compressions later she heard him gasp. He was breathing.

"The ambulance is on the way." Twister said staring at the situation. He just watched his brother get saved. Nikkie held Lars in her hands, she cried and cried. He wasn't on the verge of death anymore but she couldn't deal with losing someone else to suicide not after watching Rav and Dallas slip through her hands.

The moment felt so long but the sirens began blaring. "Twist, go outside, tell them your brother is up here." Twister ran down the stairs and waited. Feet pounding, slamming the steps soon came up the steps.

"I want to go with." She cried to them.

"Are you family?" They asked.

"He's my fiancee." Her tears poured down her face. "Please."

"Okay." They said putting Lars on the stretcher. Out the door, and into the ambulance, the slam of the door made her cry even harder. She knew the sound too well.

"What did you do to help, miss?" The one man asked.

"I tied off his wrist, and gave him CPR when I noticed he wasn't breathing. I've been trained in CPR, and I know a lot of wounds and stuff." She trailed off.

"Well, good job." The man told her as he checked Lars' vitals.

Sitting in the room, nurses and doctors filtered in and out. A psychiatrist came in, talked to Lars a little and left. He did absolutely nothing, and couldn't because Lars was eighteen. Nikkie slept in the chair next to his bed, curled up in an unruly position. Twister came in and stayed for awhile. Raoul and Sandy never visited, they didn't care. Or maybe they didn't know.

"Thank you." Lars whispered to Nikkie when he thought she didn't hear him, she wasn't always sleeping through the night. She kissed his forehead at random times.

"How's he doing?" Reggie came in and asked at one point.

"He's okay." Nikkie muttered. She wasn't happy that Reggie was here.

"Want me to take over?" Reggie asked.

"No, it's okay." Nikkie replied and crawled back into her chair. End of day two and Lars was ready to leave. His dad's insurance covered the bill this time, for his pure idiocy.

Nikkie walked with Lars down to the lobby, "I asked Brandi to pick us up, okay?" She said walking outside to check for Brandi.

"Okay." Lars followed her and watched Nikkie wave down Brandi. He knew Brandi from school, not well, but he knew her. She was about five-five, with heavy freckling on her face and short brown hair. She was a sweet girl, and looking between the two, if Lars didn't know that Brandi's family adopted Nikkie he would say they were sisters.

"Hey." Brandi chimed at both of them.

"Thanks sis." Nikkie smiled.

"It means a lot." Lars agreed and crawled into the back seat.

"It's not problem." She said driving to the cul-de-sac. They waited for Twister to come out and walk his brother in the house.

"Twist, call me if anything happens, or take him to the Rocket's house. Okay?" Nikkie smiled and hugged Lars as she let them go back to the house.

"I will." The door shut and the day ended.

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