Aster's POV

The next few weeks I spent most of my time with Jack in the hospital. Most days he would sit and say nothing while other days we would have half conversations. The nurses knew me by name and I was able to tell by their facial expressions whether or not it was going to be a good visit or a bad one.

Jack was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD. This meant that he was prone to "attacks" which made him think that he was reliving what happened that fateful night. I can count on more than one hand the amount of times I place a hand on his shoulder and made him think I was Adrien. He would scream, kick, scratch, and try to run away. In the beginning they had to restrain him so he wouldn't hurt himself, but over time it got a little better and he is beginning to become aware of the attacks.

I've seen him come out of one once or twice. He takes a few deep breaths before he starts whispering a mantra to himself, "You are here in the now, he can't hurt you." It's scary and sad, but I'm proud of him. He had come a long way since day one, he smiles more and is less jumpy then he used to be.

I walked down the way too familiar corridor to Jacks room, but today was different. Today, Jack was getting discharged. The cops and doctors worked stuff out with my parents, so Jack was going to come home with me as my new brother.

I practically ran down the hallway and into Jacks room. He was standing over his bag when I saw him jump three feet in the air after I slammed the door open. "Jack!" I yelled excitedly at him. I was so happy he was finally going to be out of this crappy hell hole.

He waved sheepishly at me. A small grin formed across his face as he reached for his bag, "Let's get out of here."

Jack's face when my dad signed the release papers was priceless. I smiled at him while he closed his eyes and let out a deep, happy, and most importantly free breath. The car ride was happy as my dad started to explain to him everything about what his new life would be like. Jack had already had the opportunity to meet my mom and Sophie on more than one occasion, I was encouraged at the fact that he didn't have any attacks then so I was hopeful this was finally the end.

We pulled into the garage of my house and walked inside. Mom was making cookies and Sophie was drawing Jack a picture. They both rushed him when he walked in the door. Sophie clung to his legs, laughing as she said, "Hi new big brother!" My mom was quieter but gave x a happy, heartfelt welcome home.

They both went back to what they were doing as I began to show, my new brother around his new home. We walked around the downstairs floor for awhile, as I introduced him to my Xbox and my two ferrets Faramir and Boromir. Upstairs I showed him to my room and just as he was about to put his stuff down I stopped him and motioned for him to follow me.

His face was contorted in confusion as he lifted his Jansport and followed me. "Jack to me you've always been like a brother." I stopped at a tall white door and turned to him pulling him into a hug, "I love you man and I'm going to help you get through this together." He buried his head into my neck and took a shaky breath. I held him for a minute longer before I pulled away from him smiling, "Think of this as a gift from North, Tooth, Sandy, and I." I turned and pushed open the door, leading him into the room.

He gasped at the winter blue walls, the ceiling was a covered by a huge grey and white snowflake. In the corner was a mahogany bed with deep blue covers and a small sheep stuffed animal. Across from it was a desk and sitting on it was a brand new Mac laptop and a laundry basket.

There was a dresser at the end of the bed that I knew was filled with clothes. The closet doors had been replaced by white curtains that faded into a deep grey. I turned to Jack who was crying as he stared at the ceiling in awe.

I put my arm around him and whispered into his ear, "Today you are starting over, and we are going to do it right."

Jack's POV:

The room was quiet and dark minus the lights shining on the stage. I was shaking slightly, but stopped and took a deep breath instead. I was ready for this, it was my decision to come back and finish the term. I am strong and I have no reason to be afraid of my music class.

Taking a deep breath I walked out onto the stage and took a seat at the piano. I made eye contact with Aster who gave me a nod. Placing my fingers on the keys I took a deep breath with my eyes closed and started playing at the keys.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you…

I'll be the one, if you want me to…

Anywhere I would've followed you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you."

My hands shook lightly so I just closed my eyes and thought of Felix. Recently, I've been able to make a lot of headway with my therapist. We've discovered if I think of him while he's happy then it can stop the attacks.

"And I am feeling so small

It was over my head I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I'm still learning to love

Just starting to crawl"

Over the past year I had been through hell and back, each day had become a struggle even to rise out of bed. However, I knew that this couldn't be the end. Aster and his family would never allow me to wallow within myself for too long and that helped more than they can ever know.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

Anywhere I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye"

Each day I learn a new way to deal with the pain. I never want to forget what happened and I swear to myself that I wont allow anything like this to happen to anyone. Every day I wake up and am able to pull myself to school is another day I know that I will be able to get through.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

And anywhere I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something..."

I have people who love me now. People who care about how I feel, what's going on in my head and even if they don't know how to help me they are still there. I can't count the amount of times I've come out of an attack in Aster or North's arms. They know I feel guilty so they drop it like nothing ever happened. However, they know that I know I can come to them if I need them. Having never have had that before, it's new and I would be lying if I said it was easy. Without their help I don't know where I would be. They are my family, and family to me means everything.

"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn."

-Harriet Beecher