*Lilia’s Point of View*
I had fallen asleep, I think, in the chair that was next to the bed. I was so tired last night, that the situation was only half processed in my mind. I had to call the school… yes, otherwise trouble would ensue. I rumagged around in the bag at my feet, until my fingers met the cool plastic of my phone. I pulled it out, and dialed the number, keeping my eyes down, looking at the floor while it rang.
I had been crying, I could tell. My eyes were sore, and probably all red at this point. I only half remembered what had happened. Someone got into an accident… but who?
I was drawn from my thoughts when a woman spoke through the phone, “Hello?” I was quiet for a moment, before responding, “Hello… I’m uh… I’m Lilia Ross, and I just needed to excuse my nephew, Ryan Ross, from school today.” I said.
My voice came out raspy, I didn’t quite know why. The woman didn’t question me, she just said, “Okay, will do. Goodbye.” And then hung up, so I was left sitting there in silence… trying to remember.
What type of accident was it?
A car accident? A bike accident?
I couldn’t remember. My mind was blurry, and I couldn’t piece together situations.
There was a police officer.
Ryan wasn’t home.
Someone had been severely hurt.
And now I was in the hospital, waiting for Terrie to come back, and help me remember what had happened. I really wanted to, no I really needed to know what the hell had happened. Why had I been crying?
I realized that I was completely alone in the hospital room, and whoever inhabited the room, the person I was visiting last night, was no where to be found.
“Ma’am, we need to clear this room out, please.” I looked up from the empty bed to see a man, a doctor I assumed, standing in the doorway.
“A-alright…” I said, shakily getting to my feet.
“W-who was in this room?” I asked after a moment.
“A boy by the name of Ryan Ross.” He answered.
I felt my stomach twist, and my heart leap into my throat. “Thank you.” I choked out, scrambling to find Terrie in the waiting room.
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” The slightly older woman commented when I approached her, “Where’s Ryan?” I demanded.
“They wouldn’t tell me where they were taking him.” Terrie responded, gripping the handle of her bag.
“Lets just go home… the hospital said they would call us with any news regarding him.” She told me, grabbing my hand gently.
She lead me to the car, and I remained silence until I was sitting in the passengers seat. I began to cry. “What happened?” I managed to get out through uncontrollable sobs. Terrie knew that Ryan was probably more like my brother than anything else. I loved him so much, and I hated that anything had happened to him.
“He left really late last night, and I don’t know why, but he got into a car accident, it wasn’t his fault though.” Terrie explained. I let out a pathetic little noise and curled up in the seat. Terrie sighed, “Do you wanna go get a milkshake from Kings?” She asked me. I nodded yes before straightening myself out and resting my head on the dashboard.

After we got a milkshake from Kings, Terrie took us home, and we sat on the couch and watched movies all day, until the phone rang around three. Terrie answered it, “Hello?” After a moment's pause she whispered, “He’s not here… I’m sorry.” And then there was a beeping noise, and she put down the phone.
“Who was that?” I asked as she leaned over me, her arms draping around my neck, “Ryan’s friend, Brendon.” She told me, “He wanted to speak to Ryan, and then he asked me where he was at, then he hung up.”
I frowned, expecting that all of his friends would show up at the door in a few minutes. “They’re probably going to come here, you know that, right?” I questioned.
She nodded, “Lets make cookies.” She suggested.
We both got up and walked to the kitchen.We had made three batches of cookies when there was a loud knock on the front door, and lots of noise.
Terrie went to answer the door, and came back with Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Patrick, Brendon, Pete, Lyn-z, a girl named Sarah, and a boy named Joe. The last two I didn’t know, Joe and Sarah. “Where’s Ryan?” Gerard asked from the doorway.
My face fell, “He’s not going to be home for awhile.”
“Or ever…” I heard Terrie whisper, and I began to choke on tears.
Gerard looked startled, because he had heard Terrie, “What happened?” He said in a demanding tone.
“He got in a car crash…” Terrie answered for me. “He’s in a coma, and they don’t know if he’s going to wake up.”
Soon the room was filled with a bunch of crying boys. All were slouched against the walls and sprawled out on my kitchen floor. I was crying with them. Sarah was the only one who didn’t seem to upset about this.
Brendon, or maybe Frank was taking it the hardest.
Ray stopped crying first, just long enough to say “Everyone to the truck.”
The boys, and Lyn-z all clambered to their feet, drying their faces and hugging one another, and then each one of them gave me a hug, then they left.

*Ray’s Point of View*
I took a deep breath to calm my shaky voice before saying, “Everyone to the truck.”We all stood up, drying our tears and giving each other hugs, and then we all hugged Ryan’s aunt Lilia, because those two were really close, and she was probably taking it horribly, and then we left.We all piled into my pick up, and I turned on the radio. Asleep by The Smiths played, and that caused us all to cry even more. I kept it together best I could, as I drove us all to the hospital.
This was awful.
A coma?
If you couldn’t tell, we were all really close, and something like this affected us all in a horrible way.
When we got to the hospital the nurse gave us a really nasty looked because we all stumbled in really loudly. “We’re here to see Ryan Ross.” I told the woman.
She typed in her computer, searching the name I had given her. After a moment she looked up at me, "We don't have anyone here by that name."
I growled quietly, "Alright... uh, try George Ross." I almost felt like laughing. George was a horrible name, but he had to deal with it sometimes.
She typed in the name, and then said, "He's in room 303, but I don't think he's going to have much to say..." She pointed down the hallway to her left, a small frown creasing her brightly painted lips.
"Thanks." I said bitterly, and we all walked down the hallway towards Ryan's room.
"I don't think we should all go in at once." Gerard piped up.
We all nodded in agreement.
"Who wants to go first?" Gerard spoke again. He was looking at Frank and Brendon in particular.
Frank got to go first.
Then Brendon went.
Then Lyn-z.
Then Mikey.
Then Pete.
Then Patrick, he stayed in there a bit long, don't know why.
Then Joe.
Then I went in, and I choked a little. The poor kid had cuts all over his face, and arms, and he had an especially huge gash on his chest. I stayed for maybe like eight minutes, because I got really nervous about the entire thing.
Then Gerard went in.
Sarah didn't go in, she didn't like Ryan, and it's not like he did anything to her! In fact, if anything HE should be the one that hates HER guts.
We all spent about ten minutes in there, except me who spent like eight, and Patrick who spent like twelve.
Then we all decided to go down to the river.
I drove down to the river, parking my truck on the side of the rode.
All of us boys got out, leaving the girls in the car because they refused to go down to the water, and we all walked along the banks of the water, talking about what would happen if we did in fact lose Ryan.
No one wanted to think about it, but we all kind of forced the subject.

*Frank's Point of View*
I sat in the car alone with Ray now, thinking about the events that had transpired over the last three days. I was the last person he was dropping off, and it was really quiet. I was singing along with the radio almost silently.
"Frank?" Ray suddenly spoke.
I turned to him, "Yeah Ray?"
"How come Ryan got you so easily?"
I looked at him confused, "What?"
"Well, you haven't known him even half as long as you've known me... and uh..."
I realized what was going on, "Ray... you should speak up once in awhile. Good things come from it." I told my friend, with a small frown.
He nodded as he pulled into my driveway, "Do you need help with your mom or anything?" He asked me.
"I might."
Gerard and Mikey had walked home a while ago from Ray's house, so they were already home, I could see the lights on across the street.
Ray and I walked up to my front door, and I fumbled with my keys for a moment, before unlocking it.
We walked inside and then there was glass flying.
My mom had gotten into the china cabinet, and as soon as we walked inside she started throwing plates, and cups, and bowls at us. Ray ducked out of the way, and I got hit in the face by a tea cup.
It surprisingly didn't break over my head, but did shatter when it hit the floor.
Ray laughed quietly at me as I stood there with my nose wrinkled up tight.
"Upstairs, quickly now!" In instructed, and Ray ran upstairs while I tried to get to my mom without getting more china thrown in my face.
As soon as I got within arms reach I grabbed her shoulders, and she screamed like I was stabbing her or something. Oh, the neighbors were probably going to call the cops. I dragged my mom upstairs and locked her in her room before deciding to tip the china cabinet over so we'd have an excuse for the scream, and the broken glass.
About ten minutes later, someone was knocking on our door, and I could hear my mom trying to get out of her room.
I walked downstairs and opened it up. "Yes?" I asked.
"Your neighbor said that he heard screaming." The officer said, looking around at my glass filled living room.
"Yeah, that was my mom. The cabinet fell... she's upstairs in her room now..."
"Can I come in?" The man questioned.
I allowed him to step in.
Ray was standing at the top of the stairs, "Frank, what's happening?"
"I don't exactly know. The neighbor called the cops on us." I replied.
"And where is your moms room?" He asked.
My mom had stopped thumping around upstairs, so I thought maybe she had calmed down. "Er, it's the door at the end of the hallway upstairs..." I said. Ray had disappeared to unlock the door.
The cop walked upstairs, where Ray had returned to my room.
He opened my moms door, and she was sitting cross legged on her bed, playing with a strip of fabric.
Her room was a mess. There was a broken mirror in the corner, clothes and ripped up books strewn all over the floor, broken dishes on the nightstand, chewed wood, holes in the wall, it looked horrible.
Walking into my moms room was kind of like walking into her sanity.
When we walked in, she turned her head, really slowly and looked straight at the cop with big, unblinking eyes.
She was in a white dress gown, and her hair was hanging in her face, and she had blood on her hands from the glass.
She looked like something from a horror movie.
The cop looked horrified, "Hello there..." He said. She didn't respond. She just stared, "Uh... Ma'am, what's your name?"
"Her name is Caroline." I said as he walked towards her.
I really hoped she didn't leap at him or something...
As he got closer, she reached out one bloody hand towards him, tilting her head to the left. "Is there something wrong with your mo-" His words turned into a violent scream as my mom jumped off the bed, tackling the cop down.
They wrestled on the floor, and I tried to rip my mom away from the cop.
She had her teeth sunk into the meat of his shoulder. "Oh my god!" I shouted, "I am so sorry about that!" I ripped her away, and pushed her back on the bed.
The cop stared at my mom as he quickly got to his feet. "What the hell!?" He shouted.
"She's... not stable... please I can take care of her... people don't usually come over, let alone go in her room." I rushed out. "Please don't take her away."
The cop had left the room, and Ray had come to the door, "What happened?" He said, seeing the blood around my moms mouth.
"She attacked him." I murmured, knowing what was going to happen.
This was great.
This day had been the worst day yet.
"Son, do you have any family close by?" The cop had returned.
My closest family lived in New York...
"Yes." I lied suddenly, "My cousins live across the street." I pointed.
"Can they provide you a place to stay, because I can't allow you to live here anymore. Your mom is going to be put into the hospital."
"I can't afford the hospital again!" I wailed.
"It's going to be okay, you don't need to pay." He assured me, "Lets go talk to your cousins..." He lead Ray and I out of the house, and I knocked on Gerard's door.
"Hey Frankie!" Rebecca Way had answered.
"Hi, aunt Rebecca!" I gave her a pleading look, asking her to play along with my eyes. She didn't even look confused, she just hugged me tightly.
"Um, ma'am, I'm officer Hendrick, and Frank here tells me you're his aunt?" He said in a questioning tone.
"Yes, that is correct." She said, nodding. "Can I ask what happened?"
"Well, we got a noise complaint, and when I got to his address, there was glass on the floor, and a cabinet was knocked over, he claims that his mom was the person who screamed and that the cabinet fell, and when he took me to see his mom, she attacked me." The officer explained.
I mouthed to Rebecca, "My mom isn't well."
She understood, "Yes... My sister isn't well." She told the officer.
"Why haven't you put her in a hospital?" The officer asked.
"We simply can't afford it." She explained.
Then she called into the house, "Boys! Your cousin Frankie is here!"
Gerard and Mikey came to the door, looking confused. Rebecca ushered me inside, "Bye Ray!" I shouted over my shoulder as we walked into the living room.
The rest of the night Gerard, Mikey, and I talked while Rebecca answered questions. I was probably going to have to move all my stuff over here, because the officer was making me move.

Notes

Okay, so this is the last drama filled chapter for now.
The next few chapters are going to be really fluffy, I promise!
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