So, just a bit of background info for this chapter, this is continued directly from the last, where Lincoln says he can remember all the things he said to his sisters. This chapter takes place on the day in which the events of Lincoln's secret occurred.

"Why can't you all just learn that sometimes you need to get off my fucking ass and leave me the hell alone! You don't seem to realize how stressful a family this big can be!" Lincoln screamed furiously at his siblings.

"Lincoln, please, calm down! We don't mean to put stress on you. We're sorry!" Lori said.

"Oh shut up! Let me speak! For one second in this ear gratingly loud house, let my voice be heard!" He shouted at her.

"You know, when you're gonna go about doing whatever it is you do in this house in your free time, you should probably take into account, that, I dunno, you don't have to be so loud and crazy all the time! You have a bajillion pets, and a fucking baby sister for crying out loud! Do you not realize that if you're too careless, and too crazy, you could put them in danger perhaps?" He kept shouting. "You hardly ever seem to show care with what you do! Lisa's always doing her fuckin' weird ass shit studies and nuclear physics shit, Lynn's kicking a football around the hall not concerned about knocking shit over, Luna's guitar is always cranked so damn high I wouldn't be surprised if it could be heard from Canada, Luan's always putting those damn whoopie cushions and banana peels everywhere, shall I go on? It seems like you enjoy being spastic, uncontrolled wild fucking animals. Especially when you have a sole brother that has to deal with your shit on a daily basis. You don't realize how it makes me feel! I swear to-"

Lincoln suddenly paused his swell of aggression and rage and starting coming to terms which just exactly how he was behaving and going about how was feeling to his family. He was yelling at them, cursing at them and insulting them; he had become just what he was calling them out for. Loud, chaotic, uncontrolled, he couldn't continue having realized what he was doing, as a train of guilt hit him square in the heart at 500 miles an hour. He just stood there, speechless.

"Oh my god..." he said with a tone that was barely above a whisper. "What am I doing...what have I done..."

He then immediately fled his siblings presence and ran upstairs to his room. He then plopped himself onto his bed and began bawling his eyes out. He was ashamed and angered at himself for what he had just done. All the while, he was thinking to himself, why is he a part of this family? What did they do to deserve him? They care about him more than anyone else, and he just yelled at them and cursed at them and insulted them right in their faces. They can be a bit much sometimes, sure, but that's just how they are. What does he contribute to the family, he asks himself. Why do they need him? They would be better off without him.

It was with that thought, Lincoln got up from his bed and grabbed something from underneath it. It was something he had been holding close to him a lot lately, something that, in his mind, made him feel safer in case he ever got to his lowest point.

A gun.

He had acquired it from Lisa's room, as she always keeps a set of armor and weapons handy at her disposal in case of an emergency. With a tear in his eye, he cocked the gun, lay down on his bed, closed his eyes, and put it in his mouth. He laid there for a few seconds to really think about it before he was to put his finger on the trigger.

During that same time, Lynn of all people had gone upstairs to check on Lincoln. At first glance it would seem rather odd she would do this, given she had been so rudely insulted by Lincoln just minutes before, as well as her tomboyish nature wouldn't really make her seem like one to check up on her siblings out of the blue. But Lynn seemed to follow how Lincoln was processing what he said to his siblings as he was standing there dead silent downstairs. Either that, or she just heard him say "What have I done". Lynn also felt a bit as if she knew where Lincoln was coming from, as she herself, being the competitive type, was rather accustomed to fits of rage and anger, whether it be over her favorite basketball team losing, or one of her baseball teammates causing her team to fail. She was not perfect, nor was Lincoln or any of the siblings for that matter. She didn't like the fact that Lincoln insulted her, but she wasn't gonna think much of it for now.

Lynn approached Lincoln's door. "Hey, you in there?" She asked.

Lincoln ignored her, as he still had the gun in his mouth. He had not locked his door because he figured since he'd just acted like a total prick to his whole family, they would have no interest conversing with him. Well, perhaps it's a blessing he thought that way, because just as Lincoln was about to put his finger on the trigger, Lynn creaked door open slightly.

She peaked in and immediately noticed the gun in Lincoln's mouth. At that moment, she slammed the door open.

"LINCOLN! NO!" She yelled while smacking the gun out of his mouth and onto the ground. She then held his hands down on the bed so he wouldn't try to reach for it.

"What the fuck are you doing? Why? Just...why..." she said to him, still holding him down.

Lincoln's eyes began to become filled with tears. "I'm sorry...I'm such a disgrace…...to this family...to all of you…..."

Lynn looked at Lincoln with an empathetic expression. "Lincoln..." she said in a calm tone of voice, before proceeding to get up, grab the gun and tuck it away, and then close the door.

"No you're not." She said as she sat down next to Lincoln on the bed.

"I…..I just said all those...awful things to you…..to everyone...why would you deserve a brother like that?" Lincoln said while sobbing.

Lynn put her hand on Lincoln's shoulder. "Lincoln...listen to me. Look at me."

Lincoln was looking down at the floor still sobbing. Lynn proceeded to lift his chin up and motion him to look at her. He did so.

"It's ok...I kinda understood where you were coming from during that rant. You were angry, frustrated, stressed, under a lot of pressure, I know how that feels. Believe me, with how competitive I am and how many sports I've played, I've gotten angry a lot, and I've had my fair share of fits of rage. I'm not gonna act like I'm the most pleasant person, I'm not. Sometimes, I kinda feel bad about myself because of it. And sometimes Linc, even I feel like I can't handle the pressure of a family this big and crazy too. But you wanna know why I still love it?"

Lincoln dried his tears a bit. "W...why?"

"Because…..our family, through both the good and bad, is something special. For as much chaos as we cause, for as much as we push each other around, at the end of each day, we still love and care for each other more than anything. And we know that even all the chaos that we cause is special, because someday, this house is gonna be empty. And it's best to make the most of it while we're still young and in the prime of our lives. We have a bond that'll never fade. And even though we've had our lower moments, we push through them to get to the better ones. Now, even though I do think some of the things you said down there were pretty mean and rude, you're just a kid. You're gonna make mistakes, and you learn from 'em. And I promise, things will always get better no matter how bad they may seem. I love you, Linc. And I don't want you to try killin' yourself all because of a little mistake you made."

Lincoln lay on the bed, his sister's words having silenced him. All he could do was reach towards her and give her a great big hug.

"I love you so much Lynn…..thank you…..I'm sorry about what I said…..I'm so glad I have a family that cares so much….." he said while sobbing lightly.

"It's ok, Lincoln. I love you too. Now, let's keep this between just you and me ok? I don't want Mom and Dad finding out you had a gun in here, let alone it was in your mouth."

"Ok."

Lynn hugged him one more time. "I'm gonna put this back. Where'd you get it?" she asked.

"Lisa's room." He told her.

"Alright, I'll just put it under her bed." She then opened the door and started to walk out.

"Wait, Lynn!" Lynn then stopped and looked back at him.

"Thanks. You're a great sister." He smiled at her.

"No problem bro." She said with a smile as she walked away and closed the door.