As the car door closed, he murmured, "This is getting too dangerous for both of us."

Those were the last words he ever said to me. We had both sat in silence for the rest of the ride before I got off at the gas station.

The look on the beautiful boy's face broke my heart.

A muscle in his face twitched hard, and I noticed the way his vein covered hands gripped hard on the wheel before the beaten down car disappeared.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stumbled into the gas station, and furthermore into the bathroom to gaze at my ugly reflection.

I looked terrible. My shaky freckled hands moved to the faucet in desperation. My hands were still wet when I browsed through the glass bottled sugary sweet sodas. I grabbed a flavor that looked anything but delicious and stormed to the counter.

"Will this be all?" I was asked. A curt nod led to me pulling out a beaten up bill. The last I had on me.

I had barely even stepped into the sweltering heat before I dropped to my knees. I HAD been a "beautiful mess" to him. But no longer. Now I was an ugly one.

I wrapped my fingers around the neck of the bottle before bringing down on the curb with a satisfying shatter. I guzzled down a little bit of the toxic tasting contents before bringing the angled glass edges down on my skin. The pain was disappointingly dull.

After five minutes by myself, a trail of blood rolled down my arm. Despite the temperature, I quickly pulled on the hoodie that was wrapped around my waist.

A group of rough looking boys a bit older than me stepped out of a minivan. My eyes widened as I tried to flee. But before I could react, I felt a weight land onto my thin shoulder.

"Ooh, a pretty boy!" One of the boys with a scar slashing over his nose rasped out. His grip on me tightened. I could smell alcohol in his breath as the other three boys stormed over.

"What you be doin' with that bottle, fluffy hair?" Another with a pair of earrings slurred before shoving the first one away from me. He seemed to take his place as he slammed me to the ground. I shielded my face with my blood covered hand. They all seemed to stop for a moment before the one with the earrings sneered.

"We can help you out." One of them said, with what sounded like an Australian accent. I squeezed my eyes shot as sears of pain shot through my body. Over and over again.

"Brennan." I whispered under my breath.

"Who's Brennan, your boyfriend?" The one with the scar guffawed.

"Gay freak." The Australian let out before the pain intensified tenfold.

It went on a while before it abruptly stopped. A pair of warm arms closed around me.

Brennan?

"Evan." I heard a female voice whisper. One I had not heard in a long time.

"Bree." I coughed.

"What have you done to yourself?!" She exclaimed as I felt a hand brush against my face.

"Brennan." I repeated once again.

The silence that followed was so loud.

"I'm sorry Evan." She began. "There was an accident.

A pounding erupted in my head. He was gone. I was now all alone.

"I wish I could take care of you, but, Mom and Dad won't allow it." My sister whispered under her breath.

A singular tear rolled down my cheek as my world faded to black.