~~~~~~Barry's POV~~~~~~

So, she wasn't upset; until I turned her mood. Good lord, she couldn't make her mind up.

I went back to the apartment, feeling extremely dick-ish and at the same time confused.

"What happened, Violet was shouting."

"No, shit." I muttered.

"Hey, c'mon, man. I was only asking what happened. She is definitely rubbing off on you; she's rubbing off on all of us but, especially you." Dan mused. "C'mon, what'd you do?"

"She had make-up, of the eye variety, running down her cheeks. So, instinct is to think that I upset her. I accused her of crying and well, let's just say: She wasn't best pleased by that. Said that I made her feel devoid of personality… I fucked up." I sigh, regretting that I didn't leave her to walk.

"Oh, fuck." We hear while a simple guitar melody accompanied it from below. "Stop being a wazzock, for once. You stupid piece of shit. You cunty, bollocks-ed, arsefaced, only-cares-about-herself nitwit, with no self-esteem that needs to fuck off for a while. I need to go somewhere… Somewhere that I won't be disturbed and I can take my lifeform and tell it to jump off of a bridge… Yeah, I'd like to just take a trip… down iiiin…. Asia. Specifically Japan. Meeeeh, scratch that. I'm too terrified to go anywhere alone. It's not something I can help though. Oh kami, I know it'd be better if I was 6-foot-under. God it would."

'No, it wouldn't! You fucking liar! I just shouldn't assume. Assuming makes an ass out of you and me.'

"Actually," The young female continued. "…Wait? This is the best part of my life! Why am I homesick!? What is this sudden need to return home-" The strumming on the guitar stopped. "What am I saying? This place is home! Yes, that place is a lot bigger than this but… Remember what he said… Marcel, you smart fucker. You told me: "Where ever the family is, is where home is located. If you can't find your way home, you look up into the forever shitty grey sky, and read the stars and moon or the sun's location. Even if it takes a little bit of time, don't give up, be patient and you'll be able to do it… Only if I was patient enough." Dad you were one hella smart man. I wish it didn't go over my head when he first said it…"

There was a long, painful silence. One I couldn't seem to break, not even if I wanted to. I looked at Danny, only using my eyes. It seemed he was one step ahead of me. With pursed lips, Avidan sat back in his seat, without breaking eye contact with me.

"Do- Do you think she's okay?" Dan asks in a worried whisper.

"Don't worry." I state coldly. "She'll get over it." In that moment of time, I was selfishly only trying to convince myself of that statement.

"Somehow, I think her-" My roommate began but was cut off by a scream from below.

A thud soon followed.

Dan and I both rose from our seats and hurried down to the distressed female's apartment. We, quite literally, jogged to our destination. Never in a million years did I think I'd be jogging down a set of steps. The day I met V, I never thought her thoughts got to this point, I never knew it was this bad for her.

I opened the door and continued into the living room, Dan wasn't far behind.

Violet was facing away from us and upon further inspection, there was a hole in the wall. The same fist that she had used to punch the wall, yesterday, was used again for the same purpose.

The female was hyperventilating. I don't know whether it was the rush of adrenaline from attacking the wall or whether it was purely driven by her emotions.

Dan slowly made his way over to her while talking softly, trying not to frighten her as she is easily startled. "Violet, are you alright?"

Her shaky and fast-paced breaths answered his question. Violet slowly turned around clutching her fist with the other hand. The woman was biting back tears as her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably.

"Danny." She whispered and he kneeled down to her level.

"What is it, chick?" Dan asked.

"I-I-I… I don't think I can do this m-much longer. I can't do it alone. I miss him so damn much!" She cried before practically leaping into Dan's already open arms.

"I understand Violet. But, I still see no reason for you to harm yourself over it."

"You have no idea what it's like to stay strong and wear a bloody mask and hide what you really think for 13 to 14 years, now do you? Most of that time," Her sentences became harder to understand, as she kept biting back tears, from here. "Most of that time I'd been trying to convince my dad to stop with the army business. B-but, he… he never listened and look what happened. I should have forced him too… Now that I think about it, I could have fucking done it too. I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM, DANNY! I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM AND I JUST FUCKING SAT THERE!"

Dan just kneeled at her level, trying to answer her. That answer never came.

"I let him die! I could have- I could of…! I hate myself! I hate me! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT LIVING! I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE AFTER LETTING SOMEONE DIE! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT ME!"

I'd had enough of this. I grabbed the photo off of her mantel piece which displayed her dad and kneeled next to Dan.

"Violet Lisianthus Dahlia Veronica Hellebore Blackwell, shut up and look at me!" I order. The black haired British girl let tears run down her face but did as I asked. "Look at this photo and repeat what you just said, now." I demand, coldly.

"I-I-I-I…" She stammered. "I h-… I hate… I CAN'T DO IT!"

"Apologise to your father right now. No parent, alive, comatosed or dead should ever have to hear that coming from their child. Do you understand?" I hated having to do this but I didn't want to hear her say things like that about herself. I realise just how selfish it is but that was not my intention. I couldn't dream of being selfish enough to tell someone who is hurting to shut up for my own well-being. I'm not that kind of dude.

Again, silence. My thoughts began swirling around my head as Violet removed herself from Dan's tight hold an kneeled in front of us, head pointed down; so that the tears ran down her cheeks and collected at her chin before dropping down on to the blue denim-like material of her jeggings.

'I… I did it. I hope she understands, god I do.' I couldn't describe my feelings. I was interrupted by her sudden sharp intake of forced breathe; Dan jumped as he had just gotten used to the silence.

The youngest in the room smirked with an amused sigh; which startled the jew-fro-ed man yet again. She sniffled again causing her to achieve a hat-trick in the startling-a-34-year-old department.

The older man just smirked while grumbling to himself. Violet looked up, at Dan, with a cocked eyebrow; then she realised what he was moaning about. She elegantly had her hand hover over her mouth and began to lightly giggle.

I shook my head at her antics and random mood swings as her giggles developed into fully fledged laughter. I wasn't the only one to shake my head at the woman, who was now flat out on her back, uselessly flailing around on the floor, as Dan's heart had recovered from her hat-trick of scares.

I was bewildered by her mood swings; they were more sporadic than the week before. Well, it could only get worse from here! Hopefully not, though…

~~~~~~Rose's POV~~~~~~

It was around quarter to 2 and I'd just gotten off of the bus and it was a five minute walk to mum's place, or as I liked to call it: The-place-that-I-have-to-live-in-(when I'm not at Violet's bachelor pad)-but-it's-a-shit-hole.

Even so, I adored the feeling of coming back to this shit hole; it was home, the sight of home, the smell of home and the happiness of home.

I reached the door, put my hand on the door handle and felt nostalgic to the first time I'd ever done so.

~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~

"Maaam, open the door then! I'm cold, hurry up!" I complain.

"Well, the funny thing is, love, is that I don't have the keys." My mum said. I looked at her with mild fury

"Did you seriously lose the keys?! We've been here for about two f- bloody minutes!"

"Can I tell you why I don't have the keys?"

"Why?"

"You're holding them in your hand, dear."

"Oh yeah."

~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~

And I remember it like it was yesterday!

Anyway! Wait, where was I at, again…?

…Oh, yes! My hand was on the door handle, right!

I slowly opened the red, badly-needed-to-be-re-painted, door and shout: "HONEY, I'M HOME…" I mumble the next bit. "…For the best of 2 minutes, anyway."

My mam rushed towards me and I receive a desperately unwanted hug. 'Do not want. I repeat: Do not want.'

"Rosie, you're early! Atta girl, your timings are getting so much better." She jumped around excitedly, it didn't matter if she was 52 or not. The woman would always act like a 25 year old, and god help me for putting up with her.

"'Ey, 'ey now, old woman. You'll put your back out." I joke and get a slap upside the head.

"Aydan and I are leaving in 10 minutes."

"So, I've heard." I say giving my mother a displeased look.

The man in question fluttered down the stairs while he dragged 4 suitcases down and they thudded behind him. His skinny arms reminded me of a certain lanky Jewish man with the beaming smile and the contagious laughter. I began grinning like an idiot at the thought of the 34 year old.

My mum cocked an eyebrow. "What's that smile for, love?"

I kind of panicked. "Oh, um, I-I… You just reminded me of little Violet, is all! She's a little more quirky than you'd expect you know!"

She shrugged it off immediately with a little laugh, which did actually remind me of V this time. I was brought back to reality after the next sentence spoken by my step-father.

"Ash! It's time to go! Get yourself down here!" Aydan sighed after a moment of waiting. "Rose, he'll be down in a minute."

"I know, dude. The kid's probably still at it. He was drawing that damn picture before I even left. And that was about a week ago." I smiled. "He works so hard…"

"Sorry, about that dad." Ash mutters while dragging a bag of stuff and a portfolio of different art projects behind him and they thud every time they hit the next step down on the stairs.

"Lil' A, do you take that everywhere you go?" I ask with all of the sarcasm intended.

"Well, no but…" He timidly replies.

"Come on then, let's go." I say opening the door. "Goodbye mam, bye Aydan! Enjoy japan!" I turn around abruptly. "And this time, bring me something back."

My mum just nodded and shouted "Goodbye, be safe!"

Once the door had shut Ash spoke up, flaunting his not exactly place-able British/American accent. "Fuckin' asshole."

I only smirked at this while thinking: 'I taught him well.'

"You better be on your best behaviour, because I will not hesitate to snap your neck." I sharply order. He gulps before slowly nodding.

There was a moment of silence and he dared to break it.

"Where're we headed, Rose? Mum didn't tell me anything besides I'm staying with you." He said, annoyed.

"That's cuz she doesn't know much else. We're going to L.A. and we're staying with my sister."

"You mean, Violet? The one that your always talking about?!" I nod as a reply to this truthful statement. "Yaaay! I'll finally meet V-chan."

"You watch way too much anime, you know that?"

"Yeah, I do."

A/N Hiiiii! Sorry I didn't post yesterday. Some super fuckin' personal shit happened, I'm not going to go in to detail but, my mam is having a really hard time comprehending it... 'Comprehending' is spelt right isn't it? Hold on, lemme check...
...Holy... Holy shit...

I SPELT IT RIGHT, WOOOOO!
Where was I? Oh, right!

Tommorow, I will update, and I think after that the half term holidays are over soo, this basically is me telling you that the updates won't be as frequent after tommorow. Thanks for sticking around with me through these difficult times! I will always treasure and acknowledge that your still reading this! Don't worry, this story is far from over!

Thanks again!
TheMidnightGamer xxx