Heyyy! Short author's note! I'm just going to ask if I could have some story shoutouts or something! It would mean a lot to me! Thanks darlings!

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Disclaimer: I don't own HTR.

Stevie POV

Finally I'm going back to school. It's been almost two months since the accident. I was only supposed to stay for two weeks, but I had been so depressed that they kept me in for much longer so I could go to therapy. So when they told me last week that I could go back to school, I was ecstatic. I felt like I was locked in some sort of jail where everyone wanted me to spill all my feelings. I hated it.

I was walking to school, for I was terrified of riding in cars now. None of my friends know that I'm coming back today. I wanted to surprise them! I needed to see other people with smiles on their faces. Maybe it would put one on mine. I walked into the school and headed straight to the band room and sat down on the couch. It was only 7:30; they should be here any minute now.

"Nelson, I told you, my skinny jeans aren't that skinny!" I heard Zander from outside the door.

"Yes they are Zander!" Kacey said.

I heard the footsteps grow louder and louder. Until it stopped.

"Steves?" Zander asked.

I turned around and faced them. They attacked me with hugs. I would've loved that before the accident, but now it just makes me sad. And a bit claustrophobic. Hospital rooms do that to people.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be here like 4 months ago?" Kevin asked. They all gave me confused looks.

"They kept me a little bit longer. Apparently my parents thought therapy was a good idea." They all nodded. The room was suddenly filled with an awkward silence. I decided it was time to change the subject. "So, shall we rehearse?" I asked.

"Yeah, let's do it!" Nelson jumped up and walked over to his keyboard. We all got our instruments and began playing. I will admit, I had missed this. Gravity 5 rehearsals were the best part of my day. They always have been.

We had finished a little early because my wrist was still kind of sore. Everyone else left while Zander and I tidied up a bit.

"So, need me to take you home?" He asked.

"Nah, I'm good." I tried to reply nonchalantly but it came out shakier than I had planned.

"Okay….. So tell me, how are you doing with the whole accident thing?"

"I'm doing better." I lied.

"Great. Now tell me how you've really been." He said, seeing right through me.

"You really wanna know?"

"I really wanna know."

"Terrible."

"Why?"

"Because everything I look at reminds me of Cory. Cars, lights, beds, my parents, my brothers, you, everything."

"Why me?"

"You and him have the same personality. Well, had I guess."

"I'm really sorry Steves."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. It's me that should feel guilty."

"And why is that?" He asked.

"If I hadn't taken my eyes off the road for those two seconds, Cory would still be here. It's all my fault."

"Are you kidding me!? It's not your fault at all!"

"It's completely my fault." My eyes started to tear up. "And the bizarre thing is, if you hadn't said no, you would probably be gone too." A single tear feel down my cheek and into my lap.

"Don't think like that. It isn't your fault." He tried to change my mind. Just like those darn people at the hospital.

"Yes it is Zander! It's all my fault! I should be the dead one, not Cory! And don't tell me that I'm crazy and that I'm wrong, because that's all anyone has said to me for the past two months and I am sick of it! I know that it is my fault! And if you disagree then you might as well walk out the door before I slap you because I have had enough of this crap!" I snapped at him.

He tried to hug me but I pushed him away. I had run all the way home. When I got there I saw Cory's car sitting in the driveway, looking as good as new. I walked up to it and kicked it. Hard. Then I punched it. I kept doing this over and over again until I couldn't feel my hands and feet. Then I slid down the side of the car, crying a waterfall. I had finally reached my breaking point.

"Stevie?"

"What do you want Zander!? I screamed at him.

"I just came here to see if you're okay." He replied calmly.

"No, I'm not okay! I killed my brother!" I sobbed. He walked up and sat next to me.

"Come here." He said with his arms open.

I snuggled into his chest and continued to cry. He tried to get me to stop, but it was no use. We sat in my driveway for almost an hour until I had finally cried myself dry.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I am just so sick and tired of everyone trying to argue with me."

"No problem. I'm always here for you. Whenever you need me, you let me know, okay?"

"Alright." I got up and went to my front door. "Bye Z."

"Bye Steves. Remember; call me if you need me." He said as he started to walk to his car.

"Okay."

So that's it for now! Not my best, just a filler chapter. I know, totes angsty. I don't think there are many stories like this in this fandom, so I hope you like it! And I know that the characters are a bit OC. Sorry! R&R!