Ok just smile and admit you were wrong, Tyler. It's not that hard to do. Just get it over with and ask for his perspective and listen for once.
This is the chance to prove I'm not as selfish as everyone says.
But how do I start?
Hey, I know I kind of spazzed out but my aunt told me how selfish I was and I decided to come back and give you another chance...
I'd slap me.
I sighed heavily and unlocked Lucas's room door. "I'm coming in, Lumière."
I opened the door and immediately my stomach dropped. Shallow cuts and angry scratches marred the pale skin of Lucas's wrists in different stages of healing. Empty alcohol bottles littered the floor, their contents staining the expensive rug. Beside them lay an open bottle of pills, the orange plastic container I was sure had been full when I left. And Lucas was sitting on the edge of his bed, disheveled and staring blankly at the wall in eerie silence, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Fuck!
