Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

Sometimes he wondered if they noticed how quiet he was, how his silence should have said more then his actual words did but no one did. He remembered right after their mom died how his older sister just felt apart. How his Dad's drinking effected both of them but her more so since she was older and she tried so hard to be the adult they needed. He could still remember the night that kicked it off. Dad had one to many drinks, it had been over two years they needed their father, not the drunk he had turned into. Stiles knew his father hated his self for it, he hadn't meant to hit her. To tear her completely apart but he had. Showing how there family could be complete monsters and could kill with their words, though he doubt his father thought about it being literally.

He wasn't suppose to find her, he knew that much. Dad had suppose to been the one to find her first but Stiles had felt ill and his father had just dumped him on the couch shouting for his sister before heading into the kitchen muttering about lazy kids and needing another drink. She didn't come down so Stiles went up. He saw the bathroom door tilted open and the sound of water running the carpet in the hall was soaking wet and the tan carpet was tinged pink. He had pushed open the door with a soft sound of his sisters name.

It took a moment to register what he was seeing. His sister hair which she had sheered short after their mother died was plastered across her face from the water. At first he thought she had fallen asleep then he realized her wrist was hanging over the side of the tub it had several slashes on it and he could see blood still slowly dripping down, it fascinated him for a moment before he realized she was gone. And then he started to scream.

His father put him in a mental place a few times after that, the last time he told him what would be the truth about it all:

"You do this and I will never forgive you and I'll make you sorry."

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

But his Dad hadn't believed him, no one had.

He tired to reach out to everyone. To get someone to help him and look twice but no one had and well here they were. He laughed knowing when they found him, the damage he had done would be in affect. He laid back in the warm water thinking of everything. Of how his life got messed up and how no matter how many times he tried to fix it someone else would tear it apart and ruin it. He brought the blade down against his wrist again and again, making a mark for each person. He ticked them off in his head

1. Scott

2. Lydia

3. Allison

9. Dad

10. Derek

Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

'It's not going to make it better.'

Stiles yanked his head up, there she was sitting on the closed toilet seat, wearing her favorite red plaid shirt. Her hair looking the same way it had before she died, except she wasn't soaking wet.

"It won't but it will stop it from getting worse." he spoke softly giving her a small smile as he turned his arm over and carved her name into it. He wanted his father to know, to remember how this was the second child he failed. "You are going to be here with me?"

'Like I've always been.' she replied softly. 'I've always been here, you know I can't leave you.'

"I love you and miss you. Does it make it bad I miss you more then mom?"

'No. You were seven, you have less memories of her before she got sick.' she said with a soft sigh. 'I'm sorry I wasn't stronger.'

"You've said that before." Stiles said with a small smile as he starts on the other arm carving something in Latin. "We both know you shouldn't had to have been..it worked for a while. He was fine but then I got older. I started showing the sames signs that you and her had."

'And he made the same mistake our grandfather made with mother and the same mistake he made with me.'

"I told him if he did it that last time. I would hate him and he would regret it."

'And he will.' She said her voice strong and firm. 'They all will'

With her words Stiles gave her one more smile before closing his eyes and letting the soothing darkness take him as he felt his sister's lips on his forehead kissing him good night.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.