Tyler. The little ginger that is very caring. She lost everyone. Everyone who ever cared, and she going to the dark side. Drugs, drinking, cutting herself. Ryan. The guy that lost everyone and doesn't show emotion. Doesn't let himself love. Has a bad history. What happens when Emily stumbles to find him?


2. Chapter 2

"Come on slow poke," Tyler heard her brother call. She was 10 and they were running around a lake playing tag. Kyle was 'it.' 

"You'll have to catch me first!" Tyler laughed. He ran behind her a hugged her. He picked her up and spun her around. 

She jumped on his back for a piggy back ride and he trotted around like a horse. 

"Tyler," She heard. "Tyler." 

Tyler looked up to see Emily leaning down towards her bed. Tears rushing down Tyler's face still. 

"Oh.. Hi, I'm sorry." Tyler said staring at the ground ashamed to be crying in front of her. 

Emily sat next to her on her bed. "I know how you feel, Tyler. I loved him too. I'm sorry things couldn't be different." 

Then Tyler did something she didn't think she would do. She hugged Emily as tight as she could, crying in her arms. Emily stoked her back and Tyler tried to calm down. When the sobs turned into sniffles she looked up at Emily. She honestly never really liked Emily, and Emily kept trying to get close to her but Tyler wouldn't allow it. But, here she was, comforting her when she was about to fall apart. 

Emily stood up and went to make Tyler some food. For the first time in a week Tyler got up. She locked her door and pulled up her shirt to reveal scars. She started cutting after Kyle died last week, and her stomach was the spot that the cuts hurt the most, and Emily wouldn't notice. 

She grabbed the small knife hidden in her closet and cut again. Really Tyler only had two cuts on her stomach. One going from the top of her rib to her waist and the other from her belly button to her waist.

She had been cutting them over and over making them deeper than they were each time. When she put her knife away the blood had dripped down to her pants. She took them off and quietly put the in the wash. Emily was still cooking her something. She wiped up all of the blood and sat back down on her bed. 

Emily walked in with a plate full of spaghetti. She knew spaghetti was Tyler's favorite food and that she hadn't been eating since he died. 

"The funeral is at the end of this week."  Emily said, sympathy in her voice. 

Tyler looked down at her food and nodded. She took a bite and fell in love with the food. She missed the taste of Emily's cooking, especially this spaghetti. Emily sat there and smiled. She had been wanting her to eat and she was happy to see that she was. 

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