Scott's pov

Even me.

Would I like the resulting effect of her actually finding out exactly how messed up i am?.

Would I like the effect of her finding out exactly what I am?.

I'm realizing that I am not as brave and as strong and i thought.

I am just as broken as Arya is.

I also cry in my room because I miss mum and dad, I also feel scared about what exactly life holds for me.

Those are things I will never admit out loud in front of the others. Those are things that I will never admit out loud in front of them but yet I do them, i do them all the same because I miss father and mother.

I miss the both of them so much.

Even though Arya really never paid me any attention when we still younger, even though my elder sister never paid me any attention even while we were still kids, still father and mother paid me attention.

They had paid me enough attention to make me feel special, to make me feel loved, to make me feel wanted and I feel like I simply miss them too much.

I miss them too much for it to even be real and I still cannot believe that they are gone.

I still cannot believe that they're gone because sometimes I see them around. I still see them around. I still feel them around me, practically guiding me to watch the best decisions I can make for my life and the resolve settles itself in my heart.

A resolve also settles itself in my heart now. I know what to do.

I'm not going to argue with Adrian. I'm not going to pick up any fight with him. I'm not going to act like anything is wrong, we are all going to act like everything between us is normal because everything between us is normal.

It is normal so there's no reason for us to fight, there's no reason for us to argue, we are simply friends who had an altercation and so everything is going to be okay.

I splash some water on my face. I slap some more water on my face because it is almost like my heart is simply cracking, my heart is cracking at this point and I'm feeling a lot of emotions, emotions which I thought I was over because of the alcohol that i had taken.

I'm sure it is alcohol, I'm sure it's alchol now because my breath smells horrifying.

It smells totally horrifying especially when I chuckle to myself.

The grim stench of alcohol practically drifts into my nose and I shake my head.

I wonder exactly how Aunt should have taken this, i wonder exactly how she would have regarded me, she would look at me like I was a criminal, she would look at me like I was the most irresponsible person on the planet and I smile as i brush my teeth.

I smile as i brush my teeth and I smile as i promise myself not to get drunk again.

I doubt drinking your worries away is the best thing to do.

I doubt drinking what bothers you away is the best thing to do.

Well I wasn't drinking my worries as much as I was drinking away my worries and I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth.

I need to go downstairs and see what's happening at least.