Chris P.O.V

I got into the car, followed by Byran, Madisyn, and Michael, the twins talking about how creepy the movie was, but I simply didn't see it. Sure that guy was crazy but he didn't need to eat girls. Yes, Split isn't a movie I'd take a ten-year-old to.

I know they still enjoyed it, and for a silent moment, I wondered if True would've like to see the movie. He probably wouldn't of, but did we even ask? No.

Yep, mom left True, a fifteen-year-old boy at home by himself, in New York, and left him with his bike keys without setting any rules. Such a great mother she is, I really didn't want to leave True home. But I wasn't going to voice that to mom, who would obviously disagree with me.

Surprisingly I was once really close to True, I really was. But we weren't close now. I don't really know what happened, one day he just sort of distanced himself from me, and I could never explain why. And boy, it made me so mad! He deserves the words I say to him, the slaps I give him, and the punches that touch his cheeks.

Maybe that's why I started hanging out with the twins and Bryan. I think I began to rub off on them, because the twins treat True badly now, but Bryan doesn't, he said he doesn't understand why we treat True so badly, but I don't think Bryan understands the depth of the issue, and I think he's too young to understand right now. But give it a year and I think he'll see why we pick on True if what you call what we were doing was picking on him.

I truly love the other siblings though.

It is kind of hard hiding the fact that I know about dad's career when the others don't. I know dad wouldn't trust Truth with his career choice. I know the others are too young to know that dad worked in the mafia, and that's where all our money came from.

I used to take anti-depressant pills, but it's not me who needs to take pills I think it's True and Bryan. Bryan has recently been down so after we get home moms going to take him to a doctor to get a professional option and see if he needs anti-depressants. And after that, get his braces tightened as well, yeah he has braces but he's going to get them out soon, I know that much.

It's kind of sad. Mom is hurrying and jumping on getting Bryan anti-depressant pills but True's been looking depressed for years and as mom done a thing? No, not at all and I think True needs anti-depressants so much more than Bryan but does that make mom think she needs to get True some pills? No, not at all.

I love True, but with his depression, I think he may be pondering suicide and though we may treat him badly, this household can't function without him. It wouldn't work right. I know that much. I'm afraid True might kill himself too because then I'd never be able to find out why he distanced himself.

Even more importantly, I'd never be able to apologize for how I've been treating him and that scares me more than anything else.

After a couple more minutes I see the mom pull into the long driveway and then I saw our mansion of a house. I'm actually surprised that this house has survived my childhood. This poor house has been through five kids, one fire that was my fault, two floods, and a minor earthquake. The fact that this house is still standing is a miracle by itself. I actually love this house, it was perfect for our family. It was three story's tall, had a basement, a pool in the backyard, fancy cars, a great school, and that was all I needed. I know True would disagree with me. I'm spoiled as fuck, he's living in a closet-sized room, wasn't really welcome inside the house, and I know he didn't feel safe here. I wouldn't if I lived in his shoes.

I looked at the clock on the dashboard, 4:17 p.m. I frowned. We'd been gone for three hours, and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and I couldn't figure out why but something told me that I wasn't the only one feeling it, Bryan had an anxious face, Madisyn kept twiddling her fingers and confused look on her face, Michael had a lost expression on his face. They all knew something was wrong, I knew it. But what was it? I didn't know and it was bothering me.

Mom stopped the car, and turn back to look at us.

"I need to grab the medical papers," Mom said running a hand through her blonde locks, I knew she was going to get her hair refixed and she'd probably take Madisyn with her. I know mom wished she had more girls than boys but she sure got a lot of boys instead. I know she wished for girls. "So Bryan we'll be leaving in about ten minutes to get what I need." Mom said unlocking the car doors, and Bryan popped right out of the car as quickly as possible and rushed towards the door. The sun was sinking, and I didn't see any lights on from out here, but I could only hope that I was just not seeing the lights.

I hopped out of the car after Bryan, knowing the house was locked and Bryan was impatiently waiting for me to unlock the door, fear creeping onto Bryan's face, and an anxiousness creeping into myself. Was True okay?

I knew True had very few friends, two exactly and neither of them ever came over. He wasn't very popular at school either. I couldn't figure out why he wasn't as popular as I was. It couldn't have been because he was bi, a couple other kids were gay and had more friends than True does.

I know few people are homophobic in the school and thank god for that. I couldn't stand the idea of any of my siblings being bullied, even True.

I pull out a pair of keys from my pocket, and with a slightly shaking hand and grabbed the house keys and put it inside the door and the door made a small clicking noise and I pushed the door in.

Bryan rushes into the house, not even stopping to take his shoes off. He ran up the stairs like the flash, disappearing from my sight very quickly. I shake my head, the heavy feeling becoming heavier than earlier.

Everyone else walked in casually, the twins going into the living room, and collapsing on the couch. Mom walked in after them, closing the door behind herself. She walked into the kitchen and I know she dropped her keys into the bowl and sitting her purse on the kitchen island.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Bryan yelled at me.

"CHRIS!!!!!" Bryan yelled loudly. The twins looked over at me, with curious eyes. I rushed up the stairs running to Bryan's room, and when I didn't see him inside his lemon and lime themed room, I ran to True's bland grey room.

I rush in and freeze looking down at the floor seeing Bryan hovering over a laying down True, shaking his shoulders multiple times.

"Chris he won't wake up. Chris! Chris I can't get him to wake up!!" Bryan said shaking True, and he looked up at me with tearful eyes, tears streaming down Bryan's sweet innocent face.

I looked down at True and looked at what was next to his head.

Two bottles of pills.

Advil and Anti-depressants.

My thoughts went from one to millions. Was True trying to . . . Overdose?

I rushed over to my younger brothers, pulling True into my lap, putting my fingers at True's pale neck. There was a faint, faint pulse. I looked up at Bryan he was looking at me frightened, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I rubbed True's head which was matted with sweat, his skin turning a pale purplish color that was rather frightening.

"MOM!!!!!" I yelled as loudly as I could, and it came out rather frantically. I was afraid, I knew True needed a hospital . . . NOW!

I heard moms heals running up the stairs and saw her head peak in, looking at me with curious eyes before her eyes hit True's unconscious body.

Something inside her seemed to switch. She rushed over to us, falling to her knees and pulling True into her lap, yanking him out of mine. She began to kiss his forehead and push the soaked hair that was matted to his forehead back like I had been, and continued to rub his hair. I looked over to Bryan who looked frozen. To him, True was his best friend. Bryan was already depressed now, if True . . . died . . . that would shatter Bryan, it would shatter this household.

I pulled my phone out and dial 911.

"911 what's your emergency," The 9-1-1 operator asked in a calm tone.

"My brother just tried to overdose," I tell the operator quickly, seeing the twins pop there heads into the room looking confused. Madisyn saw True immediately, and watery tears burst from her eyes.

Michael, however, looked confused, well until he saw True and the pill bottles.

"Sir, is he breathing?" The operator asked.

"Y-yes," I said to her.

"Okay I'm sending an ambulance to your location, please stay on the line." She said in a still calm voice.

I looked down at mom, she was hugging True tightly to herself, and it was in that moment that I knew she was lying when she said she didn't care if True lived or died.

She did care. She cared so much.

We could only hope he was going to be okay.

I could only hope he was going to be okay, and as I heard the sirens blaring coming closer to the house one thought came into my head.

What didn't I know, True??