(lolz. Don't sweat it.)

Kyin looked at Teresa and put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I've been reliving that for the longest time Everytime I hear Riku talk in his sleep about it or hear him yell in agony when his wound begins to hurt, I can hear that bullet leave the gun... I can hear the crack of  my shoulder and the thud my small body made when I p*censored*ed out. I can even hear the syrines." He closed his eyes slightly and he could hear the ambulance whooping by the orphanage. "Wonder who got hurt this time."

He tore his shirt sleeve off and tore that carefully into a centimeter thick strign that fit into the hole he made into the bullet. He tied it aroudn his neck. "And everytime I see this bullet, i remember the time I was shot." He stood up and towered over Teresa. "Sorry to trouble you. Please, go to sleep or at least stay in your room until breakfast. I'm pretty sure they should be preparing it now." Kyin opened the door and stood in the doorway. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. He tossed it ontoher bed and looked at her. "It's one of my drawings. It's the last sibling we had before he died from my father beating him before we were orphaned. Well, at least.. If he was still alive. He'd be 34.. He was 18 when he died. I drew his 18 year old self. I even colored it.. He was very handsome. If you don't want it, you can give it back later." He closed the door and walked down the hall.

(This is his sibling, Jake: http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20guy/cutie913/RpCharacters/Anime_Guy_2-2jpg-1.jpg?o=82)

Dakota looked away he felt so stupid for crying, he shouldn’t cry someone who killed there whole family shouldn’t cry. He was a horrible person he was a murderer he dissevered only death and unbearable pain.It hit like a smack in the face he hated himself to much he was almost mad when he woke up every morning,Dakota wanted to die,to burn in hell to get his eternal punishment to severly suffer and even then that wasnt enough.His mind flashed through the memories of the crash,the blow of impact and muffeled scream of his sisters body being crushed,his dads last cry for help.His mother looking him dead in the eyes before a chunk of metal hit her deep in the chest and her eyes forever glaring at him even in there still lifeless moments as her body was crushed by the car door the bright scarlet liguid splattering.Waking up into the dry gr*censored* drenched in his families innocent crimson warm blood.His silent pain forever totured Dakota's soul. 

His deep eyes were red and gl*censored*y, nervous but deep down they showed intense pain and hate for himself. Yet a great intelligence also.He stared dead into Riku’s but only for a moment when he had held Dakota’s head he tried to jerk out of his grip but couldn’t, though he was very good looking, Dakota had a very thin lanky body with only a bit of muscle and that only being subtle abs and a toned stomach. He grit his teeth, face stone cold and still as he tried to desperately to cover his emotions “what do you want from me, why in the hell should you care?” He said in a whispered hush voice that was masked with fury. He crunched his shoulders up with anxiety. Dakota hated to be touched by anyone let alone people he didnt know,like the fake hugs from the people who visted him in the ER then left him to rot in this prison, it sent a chill up his spine and made him feel uncomfortable he sensed something from this boy he wasn’t sure what but he didn’t like it.

Riku looked at Dakota. "I care because I'm like you... I've suffered so much and a year longer than you have. For one. I was abandoned at 3 and shot at age 4." He pulled out a small, crushed bullet from his pocket and rolled up his pant leg a little. He held the bullet to the wound that looked almost fresh. "Right here. When I was 4.. All because my parents were dead and my relatives were all killed. Jake... He offered to help us, but... My drunk father.. He murdered my brother in cold blood... So.. I.." He looked at Dakota. "If you want to know, I'm going to say it, if not, I will advise you to forget this." He smiled in satisfaction "I spiked his drink when I was 4. It killed him instantly. My step-mother... I took a carving knife when she hit my brother and cut her fingers off. Then her hands so she couldn't hit us anymore. I was never caught. Nor was I even a suspect. She died soon after from "heart failure"." He smiled and patted Dakota's head. "Don't worry. I learned my lesson and plan not to do this again." He chuckled and handed Dakota a piece of folded paper. "This is the brother my dad killed. He was very handsome and I wish he was still alive. It's not very good, but if you don't want it, give it back. It's a more... Younger Jake..." He walked down the hallway and into his room.

Kyin looked at Riku. "You idiot.." He lay down in his bed and curled up. "You left and some chic ended up making me say part of my past I never wanted to relive. I even gave her my drawing of Jake. Riku...  Please tell me nothing happened to you."

Riku shook his head. "Nope. I told some kid what I did to our parents after they hit Jake and you... I know i'm stupid."

(Riku's version of Jake:http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20guy%20with%20gl*censored*es/xSakachix/Sakachi/57998_-792898257_image_1000.jpg?o=74)