Author's note: Again I reiterate, this story is going to be painfully descriptive. There were some tears shed in the writing of this piece, particularly chapter five. You'll see why when I get it posted. BTW-This is totally a short filler chapter, cause nothing much happened freshman year.
A few weeks into freshman year, things began to settle into a normal routine. The year had started rather rockily, with things extremely tense in the Davis household. Mark, on the other hand, had spent his first days as a freshman in the local hospital, having passed out from blood loss. Roger, upon hearing about this, grew sullen and withdrawn, talking only to Maureen, Collins, and occasionally Benny. He was silent in most of his classes, hiding in the back of the room. However, in music classes, with a guitar in his hands, he came alive. After saving the money for a couple months, he had two of his own guitars. Mark, Maureen, Benny, and Collins all chipped in a bought him an authentic Hendrix guitar, which he cherished deeply. He also bought himself an old acoustic guitar, which he played daily. Freshman year passed in a blur, with Roger at the top of his class. Maureen found a calling in the arts, while Benny was drawn to business management. Mark, with Roger's help and support, went to a therapist, and got his cutting under control. Summer came, and found Roger on a trip to Florida with Mark's family. With sophomore year came a fresh start, one that found everyone feeling happy and ready. The nightmare, however, had just begun.