Hello, it's me again with my newest story, Help Me. Sorry about the wait, school is a drag.

Anyway, here's the full summary:

Casey Bolton's perfect life is a complete mess. Her oldest brother died from an 'accidental' overdose, but she knew he'd been depressed for years. Her father's paying no attention to her because he's spending all his time trying to keep her living brother Troy on the right track. Now, because of the year they've had, her parents are going through a bitter divorce and each of them want full custody, yet her mother's moving to Oregon and her father's staying in New Mexico.

Enter Nathan Hillier, the new kid from Massachusetts. Immediately upon his arrival, the quiet brunette in the corner catches his eye because she is upset. But, when he learns about what happened, will he stay to help or run away like everyone else, not wanting to get involved in the tangled web of Bolton life?

Now that you're excited (hopefully), lets read!

Help Me

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone

- Never Alone, Barlow Girl

Prologue

In just seconds, her perfect life was a complete and utter mess. Her grasp of life and all reality was stripped from her hands in minutes. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and landed on the soft purple comforter she was holding close to her body. She was supposed to be asleep, fast asleep and dreaming in her bed, but she had lost all control of her body. Suddenly, it didn't want to sleep, was never hungry, and was always fighting with her brain as if they were two totally different parts, not connected at all.

It had been two weeks. The man she had talked to had said it could take many months, years even, for her to return to her normal routines. He said that it was very hard to deal with the loss of a beloved brother. But, it wasn't the loss that was hard to deal with. She had known for a long time that it was coming. Dylan had been dealing with depression for as long as she could remember and no matter how hard they tried to help, they never did.

No, what was hard for her to deal with was the changes that were happening around her. She felt like she barely knew Troy anymore. The only way he came out of his room was if one of her parents physically forced him to. And her parents, they were strangers. They sent glares across the table; ones that said 'how could you let this happen to my family?'

"Ugh!" she heard her mother scream. "I'm tired of this! If you think you can do it all, then lets see! I'm leaving, and I'm taking Casey, and Troy when he's ready."

"You will not!" her father yelled. Casey felt more salty tears descend toward her blanket. She knew they were fighting downstairs, most likely in the kitchen. They had fought almost non-stop for a week already. "I'm not going to be their weekend parent! Where will you go anyway? You don't even have a job!"

Casey knew it was only a matter of time before one of her parents gave the other the divorce papers. They'd been fighting for months and every time they never resolved anything. Lately, the yelling was just getting louder and the insults were growing more hard to handle.

She put her head in her hands as the front door slammed shut below her. Just a year ago, they had one of the happiest families, but that had been when Dylan was hiding his depression. Now, her family was falling apart. She didn't blame Dylan though, unlike Troy. Her older brother hated Dylan for doing what he did, but deep inside, Casey knew that Troy was just scared.

Her eyes scanned the room from the cracks between her fingers. Her light blue walls now showed so much pain. This was her sanctuary, her escape from life. For her, it was the difference between light and dark, good and evil. Her thoughts were light, her life was dark. Being by herself was good, her family was evil.

She lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked more like Dylan than Troy. Her hair was darker, her eyes were brown. Although you could see the resemblance, her and Troy were very different.

Long fingers ran through her brown hair and she stared at the ground. It was going to be hard going to school, she knew it would be. She didn't think she could put herself to sleep. Every time she shut her eye vivid memories played in her head. Memories that haunted her dreams because she knew they were the last things she could remember about her brother, about her family when they had all been together.

Part of her wanted to go back to school because she thought it would be better than staying at home. She hated home. To her, home was now a prison filled with fighting and hate. She would have gone back to school a week earlier, except it had been February break. Her brother had killed himself the Monday before vacation and her parents had made her stay home that week. Two weeks of vacation instead of one.

But, for Casey, the extra week was unwanted.

I got a lot of people asking for another Troy sibling story. I hope this gets as much recognition and acceptance as my stories with Mack and Calum. Also, if you guys have any ideas, I'll be glad to try and use them in the one shot filled story Life is a Highway with them in it. I'll try to post more about them in that now too.

So, tell me what you think!

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