xxPUDDxx - hmm we'll have to see about that, and thanks! :)

158 Toms POV

I sighed heavily as Carrie walked in, carrying two plates of amazing looking food, placing one in front of me. "eat up, you need your strength back." She smiled a little, sitting down next to my feet. I was laying on the sofa at the moment, curled up in a tight ball, trying to watch the cartoon so I didn't start crying again. "I'm not hungry." I pushed the plate away and shut my eyes, I didn't want to be tempted. I wasn't allowed nice food like that, I couldn't be allowed nice food like that, I was too disgusting.

"well, eat anyway. Mum and dad always said its best to eat even if you're not hungry, it'll do you some good, even if I'm not the best cook in the world." Carrie smiled, placing a few more chips in her mouth. "mum and dad lied, they didn't love us." I muttered, because they actually hadn't. They had hated at least me from the minute I was born, and turned against Carrie as soon as I started looking after her when she was a toddler, because I had tainted her with my own uselessness. "yes they did. Dad just couldn't take it anymore and mum...can't cope without him." Carrie lied, mum hated us because we caused dads nervous breakdown. And it was all my fault, I pushed literally everyone away from me, Carrie was the only one left who I hadn't managed to manipulate away from me yet. It was only a matter of time before I did.

"whatever, still not eating." I grumbled, turning over so my face was hidden in my arms against the sofa cushion. "fine, but you're eating tomorrow morning at the latest, alright? I'm here to keep an eye on you and look after you, I'm not going to back down and let you carry on like you are now." Carrie warned, but in her friendly tone, like she actually cared. I was the only true family she had left, it was the only reason she was here, so she wasn't the only alive and sane Fletcher left. She didn't actually care about me, there was no way she cared about me, so I didn't even care anymore, I wasn't about to listen to her.

"also, we're going to talk, about this whole business of cutting and lying. You shouldn't be cutting and you should know by now that none of us have lied to you." Carrie made me whimper, couldn't everyone leave the cutting out now? Its not like it mattered anyway, it was a coping mechanism, it wasn't anything bad really. It was just seen as bad, to me it wasn't. "yeah, right. You have no idea at all." I glared, pulling my sleeves down over my hands. "really? Try me. Whats with the whole lying thing?" Carrie put down her dinner and turned to face me, crossing her arms, fixing me with an evil glare that she had learnt from years of acting.

"it doesn't matter, I've fixed it." Yeah, fixing it as in refusing to talk to anyone else it was about the band. They couldn't lie to me about that, could they? "really, refusing to talk to people really fixes that one, doesn't it? Look, I get it a little, Dan told Harry by accident after he said he wouldn't tell anyone about you're cutting. That can be seen as a lie, though it wasn't intentional. But there is nothing else than can be classed as lies." Carrie countered, she really was clueless in all this, wasn't she? I wasn't about to tell her either, no way was I telling her about this. She would blab to the others about it, then they would try and convince me that they weren't lying, I wasn't falling for it again. I wasn't that pathetic.

"fine, if you don't talk about it, write a song or something! Just get your emotions out somehow at least!" Carrie stood up and grabbed my lyric book, dragging me upstairs to my music room. Great, she was going to find out this way now instead.

159 Dougies POV

The next day we went to see Tom and he was still the same as yesterday, he was so angry with us for apparently lying to him, he couldn't even look at us anymore. Carrie had said that she couldn't get anything out of him either, that he refused to tell her about the lying thing, and refused to eat anything either. But, on the plus side, he hadn't hurt himself since she had arrived.

The whole day was basically wasted because all we did was try and talk to Tom, and all he did was walk away from us, not letting us touch him or anything. "Tom come on, talk to us. We need to talk about this, about everything. You're not thinking straight, we didn't lie to you, not once. Where are you getting this lying thing from?" Danny tried again, gingerly reaching out and putting his hand on Toms shoulder. Tom just shoved his hand off, scratching at his arm. He had the calmest exterior I had ever seen, the only sign that he was panicking was his hand scratching almost frantically at his arm, where I guessed his cuts were. I shuddered, not wanting to think of how ill mentally Tom was.

"Tommy, baby come on. We can't sort this out together if you just talk to us. We'll listen, we'll change, we'll stop doing whatever it is thats making you this stressed. We'll do anything for you, I would change the world for you if thats what you wanted." Danny sighed, his hand hovering over Toms shoulder again, like he was debating whether or not he should try again. "stop quoting lyrics. And whats stressing me out is you lot, so get out and leave me alone." Tom finally answered, squashing himself more into the corner he was hiding in, managing to somehow look smaller than me.

"what do you mean we're stressing you out? Are we putting too much pressure on you? Cause we can lighten up you know, we can go slowly with everything." Harry joined in, squeezing me so I didn't end up panicking too much. How were we stressing Tom out? We were just trying to understand what was going on with him, and make him feel better. "just go away okay? I don't want to talk about it." Tom sighed, walking off again, slamming the door to his music room again. "guys, I think its best you leave him now. You've tried with him, come back and try again tomorrow. I'll talk to him tonight, see if I can knock some sense into him. By the way, where did the toys go? I can't find them anywhere." Carrie asked, pointing the door, thats when I noticed that there wasn't even the old sign on it. Tom had put on a sign saying 'Ewok village' on the door to his music room, it wasn't there anymore.