Dally and Darry walked back in with fake smiles plastered on their faces. And I mean they were obviously fake, the whole gang could tell. Darry turned to the rest of the gang and sighed.

"Hey, y'all mind stepping out of the room for a minute? We got some serious stuff to deal with here."

They all just nodded, giving suspicious looks, and walked out of the room.

I glared daggers at Dally as he backed up against the wall. Looking scared. Darry on the other hand just walked right up to me and sat on the bed.

"Okay listen. If you're gonna be the kid sister we all want, you gotta spill the beans."

I sighed and started the long explanation that was followed by never ending questions.

"Who did you kill?"

"Are you gonna be like that again?"

"Are you gonna continue to be all sweet

and scared?"

"Why won't you ever let yourself get attached to someone?"

I stopped and stared at Dally who randomly asked the question I never wanted to answer. Or maybe it wasn't random... Ahhh! Stop thinking about him. How am I going to answer this question now?

"Umm... well did I tell you about my dad?"

"Yeah. You said that some guy killed him for money."

"Okay let me explain that a little bit more. My dad had drinking and gambling problems and most of his time was spent on the run. Ya know from people he owed money to. Even with all of his problems only encouraged me to love him more. One day my mom and I came home to a maniac threatening to kill him. Unless we came up with 30,000 dollars. Let's just say later that night a part of me and a promise he made was broken. He told me that he would never let me get hurt do to his careless actions. If you love someone you just end up hurting."

By the time I finished I was crying and hiding my face in my knees.

Darry gave me a hug and I stiffened. He noticed this and patted the top of my head.

"It's okay Ryls. Ain't NOBODY gonna hurt you no more. Right Dallas?" He glared at Dall.

"Hey if I hadn't knocked her out, none of us would ever know about this."

He threw his hands up in defense as I glared at him again. He was right. ( should I say left for my friend Anyways, if Dally hadn't almost killed me then my stupid life would still be a secret. Just how I liked it.

While I was thinking about this I finally realized the tightly wrapped bandages on my wrists. Where I had cut them the night before. I looked up at them and held my wrists up.

"Anything else I should know?"

Darry looked up at me and sighed.

"Yeah. The state is paying for you to go to counseling."

Dally suddenly got mad.

"You know that the government almost took Pony, Soda, and you away from Darry. They almost lost everything because you couldn't see how important you are in the world! You deserved to die! You how much you hurt others by doing that? Your wrists and legs are covered in those dang scars! Start using your head before you- never mind. You already are hurt and sick. Physically and MENTALLY! Let me rephrase. Start using your head before more people get hurt!"

Tears were streaming down my face but not a sound left my lips. I've heard that one too many times.

"I feel bad that the Curtis's almost lost everything but yelling and screaming at me ain't gonna help the matter!"

"Well it's the only way to get stuff through people like yours head!"

"People like me?" What the heck is that supposed to mean?

"Yeah. People like YOU! No good brainless nothings that mean nothing to nobody!"

You could tell Dally instantly wanted to take back what he said, but it was too late. He said what's he said and that's it.Darry looked between us worried.

"Well it's good to know. See y'all whenever and I hope y'all have a happy life!" I screamed sarcastically as I ran out of the room.

I pushed past the gang and marched right up to the lady sitting behind the counter.

"I would like to check myself out of this stupid hospital and leave!"

She looked at me worriedly as if I looked mental. Can't blame her I probably am.

"I'm sorry but you can't check yourself out. Maybe if you come back with a guardian or parent I can see what we can do?

I sighed, pulled out my blade and held it to her.

"Listen, I'm in a crabby mood and being here ain't helping. If you just quietly cooperate, I could leave here without the fuzz needing to be called. You dig?"

She was terrified! It was hilarious in a sick and bad kind of way. She let me check myself out and by the time the gang got to the counter, I was halfway home.

Hey, I would like to thank all y'all for sticking around to read this. I'd also like to dedicate this chapter to (like BookNerdsAndDancers said) BECAUSE I SAID SO!

Peace!