Megan:

I'm pathetic.

I'm sorry I'm useless. I'm sorry that I don't talk much. I'm sorry that my brother had to listen to me cry. I'm sorry that I'm like this. I'm sorry that I scream because of nightmares. I'M SORRY, OK?! What did I ever do to the world to deserve the stares and sideways glances? I get it, I can't do anything for myself. My brother has to work two jobs to keep me in school, and I see the strain it puts on him.

I feel like that's all I'm good at saying... I'm sorry. I say sorry for other people's mistakes and my own. I'm sorry... I can't help it.

I'll try and be brave. 

I'll try not to bother him when I need stuff.

And I promise... I won't cry anymore.

-Staring at the note Megan pinches the bridge of her nose. She won't cry anymore, she promised herself that. Quietly Tyler walks up behind her, reading the note over her shoulder. Taking the notebook from his sister's lap, he looks at her, looking for something to say. Grabbing the book and tearing out the note, Megan folds it and shoves it into the pillows of the couch. Looking at his sister he turns and walks away, leaving her standing by the couch. Opening her mouth as if to say something, she shakes her head and sinks onto the couch. Curling up into a ball, trying not to cry-