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One year and seven months. That's how long it had been since Kendra had disappeared. Seth didn't like the fact that still after all this time, he was called down for a meeting about finding his sister when she was obviously dead. She hated everyone coming up with theories of who took her and why- it disturbed him greatly.
He was the last one in the kitchen. He walked in keeping his eyes on the screen of his phone. It seemed to be the only thing he was doing these days, texting someone to keep his mind off things.
He sat down at the big table, only to glance up to see everyone staring at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Seth please don't be insensitive. This iShard for all of us. The least you could do is help."
Seth snortedhis eyes drifting back to his screen sending another text, before putting his phone down on the table. He looked up and their 'meeting' started.
"I have an idea." Warren said glancing hopefully around everyone. "That house you went to in L.A. filled with baby stuff? What if Gavin took her raped her she got pregnant, and boom, baby stuff in the house."
Seth rolled his eyes at the ridiculous theory. "That's low, even for Gavin."
"Think about it though, she was taken on the first babies due date. What if Gavin came to take her back like he said he would, then when there was no baby he was heartbroken. Plus Kendra could've told him about Bracken. Dragons get jealous too, Seth."
Seth's phone went off again, and he immediately picked it up and smiled at the shirtless photo of his boyfriend who had a pouty look on his face. Dylan was two years older than Seth was and was extremely handsome and toned. Six packs were definitely Seth's type. But he didn't like Dylan just for his looks, Seth liked him because he didn't try to understand what Seth was going through. He just helped him the best he could which Seth appreciated greatly.
Seth looked down to read the text and he couldn't help but let out a small laugh when he read it.
'Come over, I miss how you look under me!'
Dylan was the most straightforward person Seth had ever met, and Seth loved that about him. He knew what he wanted and went to great lengths to get it. Seth was glad that Dylan wanted HIM! He didn't understand it. Dylan knew that Seth cut and even though he tried to stop it he was gentle about it. And he knew Seth tried to stop but that it was his addiction.
'I'll try after my stupid family finishes this stupid theory session.' He typed back.
He got a response immediately. 'Still doing that?'
'Ya :( Will you take the pain away?'
'Anything for you.'
He was about to type back when he felt his phone being taken from him. He tried to hold it back but the taker was too strong. He looked up to see Bracken scrolling through his texts with an amused look on his face. Then his face fell, probably once he got to the newest texts.
"You really think this is stupid?" He asked handing Seth his phone back.
Seth rolled his eyes. "You can go to that house again but I'm staying here." Seth started to get up but Bracken grabbed his arm and sat him back down.
"When did you get like this?" Bracken asked. "What happened to the boy, who could still crack jokes even in a dungeon cell. God knows I miss him."
"You know what happened." Seth said darkly.
"No! You aren't blaming this on me anymore! I've lived with the guilt, trust me! That isn't why you're acting like this. You are just to much of a coward to face your family! You're hurt Seth and you won't let anyone help you! Stop acting like a little shit and just tell them how you feel!"
Seth stood there death glaring at Bracken. He was fully aware everyone was staring at both of them. Seth shook his head at Bracken. "I don't have anything to tell them."
Bracken narrowed his eyes. "Should I tell them then."
Seth snorted. "There is this thing called blackmail. You tell them about me, I tell them about you. It's none of their business. And if you'll excuse me I have somewhere to be."
It had been two days since they had the 'meeting' in the kitchen and he and Bracken had gotten in that argument. After his amazing night with Dylan, Seth came home and immediately locked himself in his room. His mom had tried to talk to him, but he denied that anything was up and just accepted the food she gave him. Seth did find out that Bracken and Warren went to look at the L.A. house again yesterday. Seth was sure it was just a lost cause.
Once his mom left he immediately went over to his desk drawer and pulled out one of his several blades. He tucked it into his pocket and grabbed some extra clothes and a towel before walking over to the bathroom that was across the hall. He turned the shower on and peeled of his shirt. He took a step into the mirror and he was satisfied by what he saw. Scars, old and new riding from bottom to top of his chest. He grabbed the blade out of his pocket a decided to cut his upper hips. He stretched out of his jeans, and his boxers then stepped into the hot shower and began to cut his skin.
He sighed in relief as he felt the blood spill out of his side. Sure there was lain at first, but afterwards the feeling was so blissful, you kept going back for more. And more, and more and more.
Seth made sure that before he stepped out of the shower all the blood was gone. He wrapped the towel around his waist and dried before walking over to the medicine cabinet to find his face wash. His eyes brushed over the bottle of Tylonel, and he arched his eyebrows. He pursed his lips and shrugged before opening the tab to the bottle and swallowing several pills into his mouth. He picked up his phone, sent one last text, and still in his towel walked into his room and laid on his bed relishing the fact he felt his breathing slow.
Vanessa nearly hard a heart attack when she heard the front door of the Sorenson house burst open. Hoping it was Bracken Warren and Kendra, she was utterly confused when she saw a dark haired boy burst into the sitting room where everyone was sitting. The boy looked to be in panic, and seemed to be crying. Vanessa had no idea why.
"Seth!" The boy gasped, he had obviously been running. "Where is he?"
"Who are you and how did you get into my house?" Stan barked at the boy. But instead of responding the teenager was already running up the staircase. Vanessa signaled for everyone to stay where they were and hurriedly followed the boy.
When she reached Seth's room she saw the boy crawdleing a lifeless body in his arms, sobbing.
"Seth! SETH!" He screamed. "Wake up, you dumbass! WAKE UP!"
"Somebody! Help!" Vanessa called down the stairs. She walked over to the boy and sat on the other side of the bed. The boy looked up at her with non stop tears flowing down his face. "How did you know this happened?" She asked him softly and kindly, something rare for her.
The boy choked out a sob. "He texted me. He said me he loved me and he was sorry but he had to go. I don't understand! He was fine yesterday! He came over yesterday and he seemed perfectly fine!"
"Sshhh." Vanessa whispered. "He'll be fine."
The rest of the Sorenson s walked into the room. She heard Marla gasp and rush over to the bed.
"No! Don't touch him! Don't you DARE touch him! This is all your fault! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! He did this because of all of YOU! You should've been paying attention the the child you still had! NOW IM GOING TO LOOSE HIM! BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU!"
When Seth first regained consciousness he thought he had gone to heaven. He thought everything was over and now he could just relax.
Then he opened his eyes!
He was extremely disappointed to find he was not in heaven but a damn hospital. Why couldn't he just die? Did everyone not understand that was what he wanted?
He was still groggy but he didn't miss it when he felt someone slide in the bed next to him. He felt a kiss to his head and at that moment he knew exactly who it was. He snuggled into the persons chest and closed his eyes.
"I'm so glad youre awake." He heard Dylan sigh.
"I'm not." Seth said tiredly.
"No." Dylan said. "But you will be."
Bracken angrily opened the door to Seth's hospital room and slammed it behind him. He was totally aware of the other boy in his bed and Marla Sorenson in the room but he didn't care. All he cared about was his anger and guilt that was flooding his chest.
"You told me you stopped!"
"Technically I said I would stop. And I was crossing my fingers." Seth said matter o factly.
Dylan snickered.
"What's so funny to you?" Bracken asked, he was about to rip a throat of a neck.
"Nothing!" Dylan said holding his hands in the air defensively.
"You knew?" Marla asked standing up.
"Bracken knows alot of things." Dylan said. Seth elbowed him. "Ow."
"Why didn't you tell anybody? Seth tried to kill himself Bracken! I thought you to are close?"
"Were." Seth corrected. "Not anymore."
Marla looked back and forth between the three boys before sighing. "Did you find anything in LA?"
"No, it was vacant. The only thing new was the baby stuff and a few pictures. Nothing much."
Seth started getting suspicious when his none of his family visited him in the hospital besides his mom, Warren, Vanessa, and Bracken. But still he didn't expect what he got.
"Seth your dad and I are getting a divorce." Marla sighed.
His eyes widened to the size of plates. "What, why?"
Marla shook her head. "Alot of people split up when they loose a child."
Seth didn't believe it though. He knew it was because of him.
Ya okay! So this is kinda the last of Seths depression. It gets better I promise! Anyway thanks for reading!
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